Her fierce and angry soul hides amongst the beauty of her light. She's deadly and contagious as she blazes from person to person burning all that she touches. She roams without a shadow and she doesn't want to be seen. She lives in the form on humanity and it's hard to tell. It's hard to tell who is infected with her evil and who is not. Fire, it's a dangerous thing.

I don't see the fire, I see colours. Beautiful colours dancing in the dark, waiting to torch the souls of many, charming them with their gentle waves until they magically transform life into the darkness of death, all with nothing but the flickering spark of the dancing flame.

We are all flames waiting to be fed

What do you do to stop a fire from burning? You kill it.

Am I a flame? I wonder, but I already know. I got too close and now I'm one of them. An angry flame that has spread like a bushfire turning everything in my path to ashes. That's what we'll all be soon. Nothing but ashes. Nothing but dust.