Ever higher does the flame climb,

Flashes of heat and light so sublime.

Forever burning in the night air,

Ashes decending upon singed, flaxen hair.

Sweet smelling smoke coiling into the wind.

Flying away at the call of its kind.

Started only by curiosity's spark,

It only brought disaster's dark.

For the child with the singed, flaxen hair

Will never again breathe the sweet night's air.