Fire

In the dark
          Spell-bound eye
Wicked
          The witch's gaze
          Is sometimes sexy
          And can save your life
Or kill you
And destroy everything.

          Infinite
And composed
Of single origin
          Not rage
          Nor serenity
Not boundless
Nor meets collisions.

          Visions
Whispers and fevers
And wrath of true believers
          Are natural
          And spiritual 

Some dance with stars
          Lost thoughts
In the smoky air
And smoldering glare
          Of fires spreading
Everywhere
          Burning bright
Catching all
Before the fall
          And sweeping up
          The troubled night.