A flame danced in a dark room,
Your eyes followed the curves.
The fire danced in the soft wind,
A flame danced in a dark room,
The fire gave you the comfort you craved,
In turn, you fed the heat.
A flame danced in a dark room,
The fire became something you wanted,
A flame danced in a dark room,
Its tears flecking embers.
The fire began to fade away,
A flame thirsted in a dark room,
The fire was almost too weak to be seen,
Nearly reduced to smoldering ash.
Then, you blew on that flame,
You tried to diminish what was left.
That breath made the fire weak,
But gave it a new purpose.
A flame flared in a dark room,
Soaking it with violent light.
The fire raged like the breath of a dragon,
Hot and impassioned to burn.
A flame caught the walls of the dark room,
The smell of burning flooded the space.
The fire fed upon the new materials,
A flame burned down that dark room,
Then the whole damn house.
The fire reached the sky with new power,
Proclaiming itself to the world.
A flame raged in the pale moonlight,
Then suddenly reduced in size.
The fire let off smoke and ash,
Revealing me to your eyes.
