Fire

The flames lick at my fingertips as I dance around the fire. My arms reach towards the wonderful heat. I touch the burning orange glow and watch as the ashes fly. My foot brushes the embers as more sparks soar. I feel nothing. No pain. No heat. Nothing but power. Glorious power. I yell out to the sky that I feel nothing. She cries to me. Her tears fall upon me, fall upon the fire. Slowly, the embers begin to die out and fade away. And all of a sudden they no longer glow. I feel the power slowly leave my body. I see the soft light go from the sky, and once again, I am shrouded in darkness.