Dance with Fire
In twilight's grip where shadows creep,
He tames the flame with breath so deep.
A dance with fire, fierce and wild,
His heart a spark, his spirit riled.
The sky ablaze with burning gold,
A tale of heat, untamed, untold.
His breath, a dragon’s roar so bright,
Turns dusk into a blaze of light.
Where darkness seeks to claim the day,
He breathes the fire, keeps night at bay.
In every flicker, in each flare,
A moment held in glowing air.
The storm may rage, the clouds may cry,
Yet he commands the flame on high.
A fleeting art, a transient show,
In burning embers, we find our glow.
This is my participation in the challenge ContextA Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words