When fires burn on the western sea
And children travel far to see
What isn't, but is, all the same
The midnight scene, the dance of flames.

Lick up from the skin of these cold fingers
Bring warmth upon me that desperately lingers
When it is gone, it leaves only sparks
That glitter like stars lost from home in the dark.

It flares up around me, a halo of light
As close as it is, it causes no fright
Fear should consume me, but does nothing at all
I fear only what happens should the brilliant flames fall.

Tricks they could play, if you fall under their spell
Let not your guard down, it won't end well
They tempt and they tease me at every chance
I'm left astonished by their mystical dance.

You rest on my skin, light as the air
You've the hue of ice, as though I could care
As though I was wood, you crackle and pop
I only wish that it never stops.

I'm an angel of fire, the greatest of old
Covered in flames, though I'm freezing and cold
I fly upon wings, leaving the land
And dance at the rush of their every command.

I'm a blurr in the air; red, yellow, blue
Leaving trails in my wake when I travel anew
They've given me a gift unlike any
Just for me, or it could benefit many.

I touch down with grace, feeling faint
Wanting to stay, trying, but can't
I hold up my hand with the last of the fire
My body so weak, my head just spins higher.

It's over.

When fires burn on the western sea
And children travel far to see
What isn't, but is, all the same
The midnight scene, the dance of flames.