Phaethon

Taking lunacy to the very edge
No option of a quick retraction now
You've put the pie out on the window ledge
You'd take it back if only you knew how

As bridges burn, thrown caution fuels the fire
Bright embers drift on air, funereal
You watch the flames, aghast, as they grow higher
In vivid shock you look ethereal

You rub salt in your wounds to salve your guilt
And turn to face the crowd, shaking with fear
Their faces say "You're in up to the hilt,"
"You'll never atone for what you've done here"

My bleeding battered empress arsonist
Bring me my burning arrows of desire
Another travesty crossed off the list
Bring me, Phaethon, my chariot of fire.