The Match-girl and the Magic Pearl

I lit that nacreous fire
hypnotized by
the flare and glare
of that flowery flame

I lit that match
again and again
burning my fingers
sucking on that pain

I'm to blame
sitting in the dark
watching the spark
feed on my heart

I let it flow
let it glow
let it grow

I embraced the blaze
became the grace
of the angel with
the fiery sword,

I opened the way
to the holy garden
and the elegant charms
of the walking dead

MC