Between flickers of an unearthly dance
Captivating all who stare, entranced;
It wildly frays, battles and swoops,
Stepping time to cryptic, crackling tatoos.
Like a tiger's eye the flames sweep and change
As paints in a hurricane, the colors range
From poinsettia reds and summer corn golds
To cool, burning blues, a danger who knows.
A blackened brick chimney accepts its mark,
Then down to the embers, naught but a spark.
But still beneath smoky, billowing plumes,
A fire yet lives; it sways, it plays, it fumes.
