With crackling light and smoldering breath,
Destiny makes its mark in time.
Casting ethereal light, golden burnt orange,
As a beacon of warning
And welcome to all.
Colors swirl in a hazy, smoky dance
Set to the macabre tune of snaps,
Sizzles, and mob-filled hate.
My heat-kissed skin pales
Beneath the warmth.
It’s not me, you’re wrong!
But my voice is hoarse
From this punishment.
Too bad, you laugh
And you place the fire at my feet.