The ball Of Heat

I love this feeling,
The dance of these lights
The romance of these flames,
And the chemical fight.

I adore the burns,
Even fear itself, melts at it's sight
It's beauty makes my mind, turn,
And my heart bends before it's sacred might.

The flames growl like a lion, caught in a cage,
Their bright aura brightens darkness in every form and phase
They're the symbol in every form, of pure rage,
They bring to the plate much more than just a warm chase.

The colour of this magnificent beauty,
The story of it's rage, so hegemonic and bright
Being warm and strong, it's highest duty,
Always standing tall in the end with purity, making all wrongs, right.