inflamed in fear
she takes death's first steps
brokered by ill health
product of enourmous wealth
evil tyrant came by stealth
excessive living
not enough giving
dead of the night
she went to bed feeling alright
suddenly her chest felt tight
she saw a bright light
gave her a terrible fright
come with me daughter of death
let us taste the dragon's breath
firey coals of crimson and amber
she was dressed in white oleander
but she was not the belle of the ball
her heart gave out
she took a great fall
her body was sprawled
her soul took flight
through the tunnel of light
they turned her away
not today
sister
back to where the fire gives blisters
falling, falling, spinning, turning
end of conciousness and learning
down to where the flames are burning
but suddenly she felt a net
catcher in the rye i'll bet
he broght her up and set her down
upon her head he placed a crown
she made it through her firey test
her heart was beating in her chest
laying there in her oleander dress