It starts with a spark
And in the darkness a light
The vision comes to
As the eyes focus on the flame
It flashes and flaunts
Distracting with shadows
As it grows to a fire
Too dangerous to leave unkept
But the eyes forget
That beauty is a destructive force

It ends with a flash
As the shadows take over
Leaving behind
A vision grown used to the light
Everything is gone
Left with the burn of a short fuse
And he mourns
Cries in the smoke of the night
He won’t forget
Beauty is a destructive force