flame dance

 The flame moves along, a beautiful spirit dancing, her flowing hair flying in the heated air. The flame slides as her hips sway from side to side, growing as with the passion that her lithe body creates with each nimble and exotic gesture. Now she is a fire, joined by her sister spirits, all dancing and moving in ways that excite the mind and mesmerize the eyes. Before anything can be done she has grown to an inferno, all burns around her as she dances her devilish dance to a song only she can hear.

 From outside they stand and watch her dancing, transfixed by her movements. The sounds they hear have their own music, cracking walls and whooshing air as the fire sucks in more and more to grow. With each breath of air in she breathes out smoke and heat, and she grows. Now she stands over the remains of the house as it burns down, and she spins and twirls, making the music rise as she catches another house on fire, and still she grows.

 The forest behind begins to glow, black smoke frames her as she moves along dancing to a constant beat, the beat of the heart of fire. She touches the sky now. For miles they can see her light, she is a star and every eye is on her. She will not stop on her own, she doesn't know how. She only knows the dance, and hears the music, because that is the nature of fire. And if the people look closely enough into the raging depths of the inferno, they might make her out as she dances along, moving and swaying with the rhythm of the flame.