The Queen of Molten Fire – A Poem
Staring into the orange and yellow glow of fire has always been a lure to me. Watching its flickering flames dance in a gust of wind has served as a tranquil fixature to meditate with. Fire can be used for warmth and light to penetrate the darkness, yet it can also be used to destroy consuming anything in its path crumbling it to ash. The Queen of Molten Fire The bodies continue to burn
drenching the earth’s soil with blood
yet the woman bends,
cupping the liquid fire to her