Voice in the Flame

Sulayman Khan a song for you, the first to make me cry
How my heart stopped and paused on the beat, when I learned of the way you died
If I were there on that fateful day would I have felt or heard the voice
Calling to you from the fire on your skin like a mad lover’s rejoice
Recant your faith or die this day, the sovereign dealt his reign
Nine holes in all that was his request to be carved out deep in his skin
A candle in each lit by his own hand and placed courageously within
Oh my God what a story this is of a man who would die for his love
The truth of his life and the power of his death and the voices caressed him
from above
Led by the minstrels and drummers alike a sight for all to behold
And his only crime the thoughts in his mind more precious than a world of gold
Oh my Lord what did he say as he danced and smiled at the flames
Singing out in rapture the gallows await to cleave his body in twain
And he moved through the crowd his body ablaze of light
Enveloped by the flames intent on consuming his life
To live and die for his love with a heart so pure
Was his sweetest wish and dearest hope
And he walked to his end like a conqueror