The Furnace Room

In the furnace room of her heart,

I expected the tintinabulation

of chimes climbing to an airy tower.

Instead there was a manic anvil

hammered unhaltingly 

by a being with  a look of fire

upon his face.

And power there that took

my breath away.

Not to be a coward, I took my chance.

Now I'm chained unendingly 

into her dance.