Her flaming fire burns the green undergrowth 
Not glowing with hatred, but with desire
Fierce love, fierce song, fierce giving, fierce undone
A fire is what she has had to become
Always consuming one house, then the next
Only the rain can extinguish her flames
Shinning one second, now gone, disappeared
Leaving you in a world of terror, fear
Only those she takes understand her heart
Her pain, she feels, might have torn them apart
Hair red, eyes green, skin white, face clean, broken
Only seen in her scared eyes, unspoken
Fierce once you see her, sad once you meet her
Lovers may beat her, her song grows sweeter 


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