Authors note:  I hope you’ll indulge me as I play a bit with fire (no pun intended).  My life is at a point where stress has taken a hold and will not release.  As such, I am finding more darker writings, as my mind tends to travel a bit far  😉 If you’re so inclined, please read on….Thank you.

With a flick of her finger, a wave of her hands

Sparks of the devil, ignite where she stands

Beauty is captured, in the glow of the fire

Spiraling upward, higher and higher

Conjuring heat, she‘s alive with the flames

Awaiting the fallen, whose souls she reclaims

Fear this demon, the one in which you confide

Her fire burns quickly, once your life is denied

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