My Muse Dressed In Red

My muse painted the skies bright red today,
The path under her feet the color of passion, anger, lust.
You've become sleepy, this will awaken you.
She is dancing in the fire, so beautiful she is today,
White porcelain skin, red ruby lips, blonde cascading hair,
Gently swaying at her hips.
Her beauty ignites my anger,
She being gone awhile,
Me thinking her unfaithful.


She continues dancing,
The fire raining down on her,
She says, "Come dance with me I have something to show you."
Tentatively I begin to dance,
Putting my faith at her feet,
She says, "Look I have something for you", in her hand a shiny gold key.
I've been on a long journey, to retrieve this for thee.
This place is special, sacred,
Dance your way through the fire, come love let's go there.


She opens the door to a heavenly plane,
Tells me this is the place you will never again feel pain,
A plane where the skies are blue and though you are imperfect the other people are too.
A place where the sun shines and never burns,
Where anger abates and love is eternal,
I turn to my muse, she tells me "I love you".
Never again will you have to walk through the inferno.