The fire rose like banners into the cold, dark night.
Quietly, quickly, creeping across, burning bright,
Smoke, curling and spreading, a cloud of confusion,
Lost, trapped, in a cloud of illusion.
My skin in wilting, but I cannot scream,
Fire, fire, I love this beam,
That made me feel again, after so many a year,
Let my spirit be lifted, to a place I used to fear.
