The Fire Dance
He comes every night
Kisses me with his memory
Reminding me of what is gone
His fire burned aimlessly though
Caotic, blown out of control
Like a theif it took my green patures
His fire danced all around me
Consumed my every breath
But with smokey inhibition,
Wonder struck!
I wanted to know how to make my flames dance
"Teach me the fire dance oh teacher"
I sang to his song with stinging eyes.
His reckless answer fed my fire
Till it soared beyond the moon.
My dancing flames, like his.
Hot, and roaring, smouldering greenery,
The smoke stung my eyes no more.
They were black like coal now.
I only saw the flame, the beautiful flame!
But that was when it took me,
All I had. Like a theif in the night
Robbed me, suffocating my flowers.
Now my fire teacher has come again
He's kissing me with his flaming memory
Reminding me of the reason for this wasteland.
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