The World of A.J. Calidor...

The flames dance before me, mocking my pain.

"Why could you not save them?" they seem to say.

"I will quench you," I cry, "and all your hate.

Who gave you the right to take them away?"

The fire laughs at me, flickering brightly.

"Red eyes, demon behind," it taunts rightly.

"Appears a man, but human not longer,

faster to anger, violence reigns stronger."

"Murderer," I whisper, "stealing my loves.

My little dancer is gone, my precious dove.

You have killed my peace; now, I roam the earth

alone, in agony, without true worth."

To a tortured fiend, fire is a siren,

calling soulless wraiths to a final end.

The flames tempt me to a well-deserved hell,

but I continue to resist death's knell.

The promise I made to her long ago

festers inside me; pain is all I know.

Little Dancer,

as your feet fly

they lift me with you

into the star-studded sky.

The firelight flickers

across your dark face

and I reach out to touch it,

much to my disgrace.

These emotions that burn

in this dead heart of mine

would sully your goodness

with the darkness inside.

Little Dancer,

may you never know

of the demon who watches

and dreams of your glow.