You saw the flames and how they danced,
So why didn't you tell them, tell them to be?
All together an iris and pupil of blaze,
You sat and watched, uncaring, unphased.

Could it had been the frozen witches' envy?
Was it striped across her hairless chest?
Or was there more to uncover?

The fire doth shoot and rise from their pit,
Notice them now, they're practically begging!
You ignore with purpose!
It's a game you're playing!

Keep on your frost mask, they're done for today.
You promised them tomorrow,
At least show up, ok?

© ManWithoutSelf