When the fire took me,
When the smoke hid me in shadow,
When my life fled and left me,
My world and heart turned black.
Then Satan gave me the chance,
The chance of a death time,
To seek my pent-up vengeance,
And go back.
So, descending through the floors of Hell,
My wings caught fire, my face black with ash,
A malicious smile on my ghostly face,
My victim doomed from the start.
As I returned to Earth, my victim turns,
Death in my heart, guilt in his eyes,
Our gaze locks, our two minds one,
The same scared beating heart.
FIRE STARTER!
Did not mean it! Just a joke.
SOME JOKE! WELL, NOW I’M HERE,
AND ON MY FIRE, YOU WILL CHOKE!
My victim falls, without a shout,
He has given up; no will left to fight,
But we’re still connected, both slipping, both dying.
Our one mind screams out its final thought:
“Brother, forgive me!”

