A Fire Arcane

A violet blaze, a whispered plea, From ancient depths, a fire set free. Purple flames dance, a spectral sight, Where shadows writhe in ethereal light. No heat it holds, no scorching sting, But secrets deep, its embers sing. A language lost, a forgotten rhyme, Of magic born in the mists of time. Whispers of power, ancient and bold, In swirling smoke, stories unfold. Of forgotten gods and realms unseen, Where secrets dwell, forever keen. The purple fire, a beacon bright, Guiding lost souls through the darkest night. A siren’s call, a beckoning hand, To realms unknown, a mystical land. But touch it not, for its power lies, In the whispers of magic, in the secrets it hides. A fire arcane, a mystical flame, Purple and potent, forever the same.