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I bask beneath the cloak of night

and sit to watch my mortal self.

He lay entwined within a single flame,

no guilt nor sorrow can outweigh my shame.

I am not ashamed that I sit and watch,

nor ashamed that I am pleased,

yet I disgust myself, for as I stare,

he weeps and falls unto his knees.

I shall shed no tears for this weeping man,

in fact he makes me sick, for his weakness shows.

Of course I can see

that he will die beneath the flames.

Do you not know

if not for me, he would not be ablaze?

And so I have shed myself

of this worthless mortal flesh

and shall forever dwell beneath

the shadow that the pine trees cast.