Soul Witch Fire

Sit beside the bonfire

My soul witch on display

Huddle closer to me

As I scream night to day

Feel my crackling anger

My soul singed in her wrath

The fairest countenance

Doused in this old fire bath

For where else may I go

Strapped to this wooden stake

My soul a dancing pyre

A beat without a brake

Moving and yet unmoved

Writhing soul in one spot

Despair’s eternity

Mired in her old roped rot

A ticket for my pain

My damnation freak show

Something to pass the night

Before the next day’s row

But weary for your soul

Lest yours claims her stake too

More actors for this play

Still to be cast on cue

For this happy circus

This worship of the night

Will stay here for a while

Luring your scent and sight

Packing for Shangri-La

Once your soul is well done

And you have joined with me

Howling the devil’s run

But that is the future

If your soul weds your sin

For now enjoy this fire

And toast my pain with gin

Published by Michael Sean Erickson

I write, act, and produce films in Los Angeles. Everything else is conjecture.

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