What makes the f i r e dance?
What spurs it to flail around foolishly as it does?
It is the flame’s nature to stretch its scorching arms towards the sun
To twirl around itself and merge with its closest friend
Its fingers kissing the surrounding area gingerly
To coax those who watch the dance to fall deep into its spell
Hypnotizing with its swift, agile movements and radiant warmth.
Though rooted on the Earth’s crust
The f i r e constantly seeks an ascent upwards
Releasing an exhaust of black smoke and glowing embers
In anguish as it fails its mission
What inspires this dance?
Surely some would argue the Devil coerces this enticing routine.
Swirling the plasma between the spaces on his greedy, golden pitchfork.
Mixing up a storm of destruction
But is not the f i r e constructive
The flame has progressed mankind
Driven it to miraculous discoveries which prolonged life, expanded territory, even entertained.
The fourth state of matter
Solid, l i q u i d, g a s…. p l a s m a!
God’s miracle for his beloved Adam.
A twisting, turning, twirling flame
To dance forever throughout the age of man.
A reminder of the beauty and possibility of accomplishment
As well as a precaution for the limits bestowed upon mankind.
With great power comes great responsibility.
We are not above God,
No matter how high we reach.
And our exhaust leaves a suffocating,
black mark on the Earth's crust.
And our embers burn deep scarred holes.
God’s gift weaponized,
The Devil a scapegoat
Due to our lack of accountability.
So what makes the f i r e dance?
But it is us who lock the flame’s feet together
And crack the whip on the dancer to entertain us the way we demand.
It is us who transform the light, wondrous dance into an iron, stumbling march.