Fire on the edge

of the finest women in the room

freezing ones who stare

Who can stop her?

The corners of her eyes

tell stories; any man would love

to hear her in the dark

see her bare with one single sheet

Why, I’ve seen her before

I see her quite often

slightly turn my neck

from behind I can see her shadows

She is the expert

at playing games; with

her whisper she’ll spill out

lovely melodies

and without resistance

you find yourself trapped

in her lovely sound

terrible, wonderful is her tune

Quickly you turn to find

nothing but nothing

standing before you

emptiness and fear

What is true in the moment,

might not be true at all

Run away from her!

Quick, before she notices

Your legs turn to salt

with the looking back blink

Pierce your eyes on what has been pierced

Widen your eyes on what is ahead

It is made for you, darling

Just for you

Gold upon gold

You will dance upon gold

The woman edged in fire

She will vanish

I can promise you,

She will go

No longer will she taunt you

Her hands will be tied

from your heart and soul

She will go

Willingly you laid again with her

only after to become hollow

battling her to leave

She will go

I promise you,

She will go.

Just promise me

Don’t let go

of what you cannot see

Close your eyes and make believe

There’s something good

something better

something so much more than

the woman edged in fire

This place is not a mystical place

It’s filled with love, full of grace

There’s no one dying

no more tears

And best of all, it drowns your fear

Your worried eyes will come to rest

Your desperate cries won’t fill your breath

You’ll be too busy singing

To the man

whose eyes are fire

The woman edged in fire

is really edged in ash

She has nothing on the man

nothing on His power

He burns with things

she does not posses

Shout to the man with burning eyes

“Holy, holy, holy!”

Flaming to see you face to face

Burning with love and passion