At times I burn orange, Hints of yellow, red - A hearth fire, Warm, Protective, Fed.
At times I burn a green, Hints of purple, red - A cursed fire, Cold, Negligent, Dead.
We humans have always had a strange fascination with fire. We desire its warmth and closeness, yet are afraid of getting burned. ... If that's not metaphorically resonant, I don't know what is.