The Fire's Noose

The fire dancing, fueled by sin |

The fire dancing, in the wind

It radiates warmth

Its light lulls you in

There are no shadows here,

But that of the noose

But its light is just so bright,

Its warmth, so soothing

You ignore all the warnings

And you stumble right in

You realize too late,

That you've made a mistake

You try to pull back,

But it's too late

The fire burns bright,

As the day turns to night.

The fire burns bright,

As the noose pulls tight.

The fire burns bright,

Like the smiling sun.

The noose, its accomplice,

In the deed that's been done.

Its voice crackles

A haunting toon.

There is no escape-

It's too late for you.