The sparks of blue and purple rose from the palm of my hand,
The heat rushed through me like I was standing next to a fiery blaze.
I had begun to feel the power,
Surging within me, slithering through every muscle in my body.
I liked this feeling a lot and didn’t want it to end,
The sensation had taken over me completely.
The blue turned darker and the purple turned to red,
Then the actual fire overtook.
Pouring from my hands like a waterfall of death,
Looking down I see it surrounding me like lava.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem