Reflection of Spirit

Flamboyant was our attire
We burnt it on top of that pyre
I watched the flames rise higher and higher
Now I see myself in that fire

He raked his blood across my toes
It stings like hell as down it flows
Sprawled across the black-red rose

I was placed gently across the bed
Blood coating my face and my head
Mysterious secretions of violent red
I hoped as Hell I sure was dead!

But no, and No! in pain I felt
And n my thighs was a moon-shaped welt
Whipped with a silver-studded belt
As death came, I watched my spirit melt.