May he wait for you...
Would there be longing?
Plagued by, "Fare not, ye well?"
Your secret device...
Exsanguinate.
Flames fanned, but ash.
Final ember...
Dry bones.
Arisen clatter, breathed to stand.
Alight...
Brush ignite!
Wherefore combust?
Warned intense...
Heed words not.
Consume this man.