A Fire, My Dear

His velvet voice soft like a candle
Dripping down wax as words
The fire consumes the handle.

Buring holes like a vandal
Taking lives of those in it's path
His velvet voice is soft like a candle.

Tricking all those into his inglorious scandal
Disguising it as a pericous flower
The fire consumes the handle.

Be careful for you may mis-handle
And it may crumble through your fingers
His velvet voice soft like a candle.

For this may be the end all
For it has completely taken over
The fire consumes the handle.

There is no more turning back
For that path is pure ashes
His velvet voice is soft like a candle
The fire consumes the handle.