I am the heat. I am the light, I am the giver and taker of life. I create wind, control the elements. You cannot contain me. You cannot control me. You cannot beat me. You cannot escape me. I am all powerful, I am the heat. I am the light. I am fire, burning bright.
The trees are candles waiting for my touch, my kiss, one stroke and they are mine. Seduced, they submit to my caress, to the lick of my flames, my heated dragon’s breath against their skin, yielding to my will, surrendering, spiralling higher and higher in our glorious exotic dance, branches shuddering in my embrace, exploding in ecstasy, and in the breath-taking symmetry of our dance.
I leap from tree to tree, a ballet of passion and delight, swirling and dancing, devouring everything I touch, scorching the earth and all I touch. You are mine. There is no escaping me. You yearn for my touch.
My strength builds, moving faster, shrieking and howling across the land, leaping across the barriers you fire fighters try to put in my way. You cannot contain me, I am all powerful. You think you can fight me with your little spurts of water, David against Goliath? I mock you. I am a dragon breathing fire.
Wind is my friend and as my heat builds, I create my own wind, a tornado of fire, a swirling maelstrom, my flames cavorting higher and faster, leaping to the sky, no longer bound to the ground, I am free. I am a firestorm, all powerful, screaming to the sky in delight, leaping across the hills, in a primal dance, devouring, consuming, possessing.
I am unforgiving. My kiss is death. I may choose to let you live, dancing above you but not touching you. You cannot escape me, you cannot defeat me, unless I choose to let you.
When I am tired of my dance and if you have fought well and have earned my respect, I salute you and give you back control and allow you to tame me. I am no longer hungry for the flame, my energy is burning low, my desire fulfilled. I will end my dance.
From fire, new life will grow, regenerating my candles for when I choose to dance again.
The trees are candles waiting for my touch, my kiss, one stroke and they are mine. Seduced, they submit to my caress, to the lick of my flames, my heated dragon’s breath against their skin, yielding to my will, surrendering, spiralling higher and higher in our glorious exotic dance, branches shuddering in my embrace, exploding in ecstasy, and in the breath-taking symmetry of our dance.
I leap from tree to tree, a ballet of passion and delight, swirling and dancing, devouring everything I touch, scorching the earth and all I touch. You are mine. There is no escaping me. You yearn for my touch.
My strength builds, moving faster, shrieking and howling across the land, leaping across the barriers you fire fighters try to put in my way. You cannot contain me, I am all powerful. You think you can fight me with your little spurts of water, David against Goliath? I mock you. I am a dragon breathing fire.
Wind is my friend and as my heat builds, I create my own wind, a tornado of fire, a swirling maelstrom, my flames cavorting higher and faster, leaping to the sky, no longer bound to the ground, I am free. I am a firestorm, all powerful, screaming to the sky in delight, leaping across the hills, in a primal dance, devouring, consuming, possessing.
I am unforgiving. My kiss is death. I may choose to let you live, dancing above you but not touching you. You cannot escape me, you cannot defeat me, unless I choose to let you.
When I am tired of my dance and if you have fought well and have earned my respect, I salute you and give you back control and allow you to tame me. I am no longer hungry for the flame, my energy is burning low, my desire fulfilled. I will end my dance.
From fire, new life will grow, regenerating my candles for when I choose to dance again.