When Fire Dances.Mature

Crackling.

A

Simple spark

Started it all. There appeared

A woman of flames, timidly

Rising. Formed from

The graceful

First flicks of fire.

 

Crackling.

Her body dances

To the music of her surroundings,

Her movements are a liquid

Blaze, Pivoting and leaping

Fragile ballerina of

The bonfire.

 

Crackling.

Her arms

Trail behind her back

As her legs kick High, raining down sparks of

Captured magic from the stars to Earth,

Igniting all it touches,

With her beauty.

 

Crackling.

Another rises from the blaze,

Eager to join his partner on stage.

He grabs her, pulling her flames

Into his as they dance as one.

Together, she is no longer fragile.

Together they are strong.

Unstoppable.

 

Crackling.

Their movements

Become Bolder As their steps are

Inspired by the passion

Of their

Flames.

 

Crackling.

As

The two tango together,

Others arrive from the flames,

Illuminating the dance floor

With their burning

Energy.

 

Crackling.

Flames fall from the

Womens’ skirts as their partners

Turn them faster and faster,

Lifting them up to the sky

And bringing them down

To Earth again

In a fiery

Mist.

 

 

The children of fire brightly burn.

The End

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