Evil Sonnet

Each day the fires burn longer 
the flames make me long for you. 
My thoughts of you grow fonder 
as I watch these days anew. 

I remember those dark nights 
as angry crowds pulled you away. 
How I put up such a fight 
but they stole you like the fae. 

Each day the flames burn righter 
there are more that must be burned. 
I feel my head grow lighter, 
others who as I have yearned. 

The fires seek glory to gain 
but instead only cause us pain.