I have been burnt at stake
before,
like a witch on trial.
The cloying smoke would always cut off my cries for help.

I have been dragged through hell
before,
like a sinner brought to justice.
The demons know me by name.

I have been thrown into the earth’s core
before,
like a ****** sacrificed.
The heat of the beast below whipping at my back.

And in all my fiery encounters,
I always knew with certainty,
that the flames will see me die.

But when I sit at your fireplace,
it’s like I’ve never known fire at all.