A different kind of burn

I once played with ashes, and lived an achromatic life.

Until one day, born of the cinders, a fire with the colour of the sky would draw near my soul. 

It's pure azure flames trapped me in cold warmth; the kind that kindles and crackles with cerulean light.

And if ever, another inferno approach me, a dazzling orange fire; I will always choose the blue flame that burns and freezes everything simultaneously.