Kindling

A beautiful girl destroys everything around her in an attempt of display.

Her radiance truly was breathtaking; astonishing

Dressed in flaming garments she danced

Swinging her burning dress as she twirled

Stopping only to grow a little brighter

Off and away on the ball room floor

Her heated exoskeleton crushing the walls

Chandeliers plummeting from the melting ceiling

Now, it came time for her grand finale

Spitting sparks into their eyes

Igniting the onlooking crowd

In a restless fury, tossing napalm rampantly

Dancing on top of the ashes with blackened soles

Her act finished, she takes a bow

The audience burned to a raw crisp

She stands with arms pulled wide open,

Waiting for the flaming roses at her feet

I stand drenched in the hot dust of that crowd

My body painted in their gray remains

She turns with a confused set of blue eyes to me

I can only stare back, soot burying my grief