A series of poems by Nina LR

The Voice of Flame

The Voice of Flame

I am the voice of flame, the crimson tide,

A dance of light where shadows often hide.

In hearths and hearts, in roaring wilds untamed,

I flicker, blaze, and burn, both feared and famed.

From a spark so small, I rise to touch the sky,

A flickering whisper, a glowing sigh.

With warmth, I cradle those who gather near,

In camps and homes, where stories conquer fear.

I kiss the kindling, caress the wood,

In meadows, forests, where once green stood.

The crackling chorus of my song unfurls,

A symphony of heat in twisting swirls.

I've seen the world through my consuming eyes,

Where life ignites and sometimes, sadly, dies.

In ancient rites, in sacred halls of old,

I've been the center, fierce and uncontrolled.

The phoenix knows my secret all too well,

In ashes cold, my tale does often dwell.

From ruin, I give birth to life anew,

A cycle endless, flames in orange hues.

I'm in the forge where metal's shaped and bent,

In craftsmen's hands, my spirit's truly sent.

With every blade, each tool, and golden band,

I leave my mark, a touch of warmth so grand.

But heed my call, for I am wild and free,

Respect my power, for chaos follows me.

In forest fires, in cities wrapped in flame,

Destruction's path can carry forth my name.

I watch the stars, those distant kindred lights,

And whisper secrets through the darkest nights.

To comets blazing trails across the void,

I lend my essence, pure and unalloyed.

In candles lit for love and mournful grief,

I flicker soft, a tender, brief relief.

With every glow, a hope within me lies,

To warm the hearts, to dry the tearful eyes.

I am the voice of flame, of heat and light,

In every hearth, I banish winter's bite.

From ancient pyres to modern-day desires,

I burn, I live, within your heart's own fires.

So let me guide, yet always know my might,

For in my dance, there's both delight and fright.

Embrace my warmth, but guard against my blaze,

And I'll befriend you through your nights and days.

In every flicker, in each spark you see,

Remember the wild spirit that is me.

For I am fire, eternal, ever bold,

A tale of passion, timeless to be told.

by Nina LR