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She dances with the fire

A mistress of the flame

Where some must go, to find her

Yet, no one knows her name

She swirls about, like smoke

She is kindled from the ashes

And she’ll burn you, this is certain

With each spark, her power flashes

Her mystery, kept hidden

Her secrets, safe within this place

The spirit, who feeds on fire

Is the girl, who has no face


Author’s Note:  Have you ever looked into a fire and wondered what it was you saw?  There are always fire spirits present.  Can you see her cloak?   😉

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