As The Fire Dances Poem by Michael Penfold

As the fire dances
And the flames sing
My eyes, widen

They are drawn
to the beauty
of the violent, red, flower

The creature of light
Wraps and writhes
In the clutches, of, no mortal man

Fast the flames
Slow the scene
The beauty, of death, alive

The stars above
Insignificant
Only the taming, of the beast

Matters here
Matters now
Matters, to me

The inky blackness of the night
Is scorched
For evermore.