Lights flicker and many heads turn
Turn away from the living
Turn towards foolish fire
Will-o'-the-wisp dancing intangibly
Above and beyond
But always within vision
And so it is the tangible recedes from many a
sight
And countless souls become ephemeral
Ghost-like mothers giving birth each day to
emptiness
Pale faces looking into the fire
To make out familiar forms
Mouthing strange incantations to bring them
forth …
But no
It will never be so
It will only be said ‘don’t go’
Foolish fire licks the edges of many an eye
Halts the journey in some remote cave
Ah if only it was known this is where evil is
resides
And that there is a furnace that awaits each
life
That if willingly entered will turn ash
Into the purist of gold
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