Flames like orange waves ebbing and flowing,

With a kaleidoscope of burning twisted hues,

Its incoherent, wheezing, distorted whisper,

Performs an alluring spell as you light up the fuse.

Toss in a sheet of scrunched up paper,

And the glowing fingers of fate cripple around,

It submerges into the dying red embers,

As the ravenous hands keep dragging it down.

But don’t be fooled, let this be your warning.

It’s a hideous monster in a beautiful cloak,

For if you stare at its flames just a little too long,
It can suck in your soul which diffuses to smoke.

Perhaps a solitary beauty in a timeless world,

Or a villain that seeks to destroy and devour,

Most people just see an ordinary fire
But my message to you, don’t underestimate its power.