Fire is Coming

What can I say to a flame, except that I knew of its spark when it was just a mere flash? Would I say that I knew you were here, but only to start a certain level of malice! You rose up into the sky like a mighty chalice! I might even say to the flame that I knew were going to be large enough to succumb to a bash! Oh mighty flame how do you dance with such a gorgeous sash! Oh my how do you make me train harder by getting my hand to have a callus Are you sure that your initial spark was meant to bring inside of me such a malice Sometimes, things are things, or they are a Freudian phallus You are the flame that makes my heart go to mash You are the one that makes my mind burn the overbearing malice Dear flame, can I hold you, as I walk through the valley of lice Become my strength and be my whip and take out my enemies with a lash!!! I knew of your spark as a mere flash! Let the enemies drink the wine as they move in a frightened DASH!