Unbreakable

Not even death can stop me.

softly falling, bound
twisting, spinning, twirling, die
step to the fire

envision dancers
holding chains, breaking my soul
try to stop me now

now think to catch me
as if a deathly black whirl
cathing death's hand, blind

naught a small whisper
and I pray to your pyre
simply, carefully

for death starts to try
calling to my blackened heart-
unbreakable me.

Author's Note

Poem V of my 14/14 Poetry project. Critiques?