Twisting, turning, tides o churning
Diving down, to drown the burning
Fires flying, dreams of dying
Yearning and still learning.

Chase the oil slicks,
Douse the blackness.
Flee the river styx,
Let go of false desires.

Set the past, ablaze with matches.
Destroy this hatred, in its masses.
Follow footsteps, frightened faces,
And find fate hides, in many places.

Pyromancy, is what I fancy.
Living for heat, and getting burned;
There are few greater lessons that one can learn,
Than to deal with a fire that forever churns.

It's an agonizing dance filled with a torturous dread,
But it will ignite your heart with passion, once you gain a kind of tread.

Dance with me fire, I no longer fear your burn.
Entrance me, desire, show me what I must earn.

Bright lights glitter like a starry sky in the wilderness,
While dark eyes glimmer in response to sweet nothingness.
The world is filled with beauty, and dreadful things,
Though not every life feels the truth, or emotion
As not every man or wife will always show devotion.