Fire or stars?

When She Burns...

I walk to the fire,
It's heat, it's light.
It beckons me.
It calls me.
And burns me.

As I reach out to touch it,
I feel it burn.
Not just my skin, but my soul,
Only when it burns me.

How could something so beautiful be so cruel,
She called me, then turned me away.
And I felt the tears,
When she burned me.

And I looked into her flames,
Wondering why she could burn when she was so bright.
Until she told me the reason that was hidden from sight.

'I create life,
I have a soul.
And when there's a strife,
My fury unfolds.'

As I look into the fire,
I think about what she had made.
And now I know she quells the fury,
But only after she burns.