In the heart of night, a flicker ignites,

A dance of shadows, a tapestry of light.

Crimson tongues lick the velvet sky,

Whispering secrets, letting spirits fly.

From ancient hearths to the dawn of time,

Fire has been our muse, our silent rhyme.

It warms the soul, yet can sear the flesh,

A paradox of comfort and a threat afresh.

In the eyes of lovers, a fervent blaze,

Passions consuming in a fervid haze.

A touch, a kiss, igniting inner flame,

Two hearts entwined, forever the same.

Dreams too, can burn with fiery zeal,

Hopes aflame with the power to heal.

Yet caution we must, lest the fire devours,

Turning bright ambitions to ashen hours.

Rage can be a fire, a storm uncontained,

Destruction in its path, leaving only pain.

But in its aftermath, a fertile ground,

For growth and renewal, new life to be found.

So let the fire within you burn bright,

Guide your path through the darkest night.

For in fire’s embrace, we are reborn,

From ashes to phoenix, anew we are sworn.