Flame Song


Volcanoes erupt in the back of my throat

And my breath sends out smoke signals

That dance in the air like flames.

The fires blaze in my fingertips

Igniting all in my path.


My forest fire paints the skyline

With the brush strokes of Picasso-

Shaming any sunset.

Sending out furious billows

Of blackness that try in vain

To tame my conflagrations-


I am your worst nightmare-

Yet your wildest dream.

My passion cannot be contained.

Though helicopters fly in fury overhead

I am sovereign – regal.


Painting the night sky with

Shades of scarlet

You cannot help but stare.


Unsure of how to extinguish me,

You label me destruction.

But I am light. 




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