Painted Floor

I painted a fire, a little fire on my floor then I sang a sweet song and made a soft sound and the flames did grow higher, higher my hound I jumped in the middle both feet shod flat then I let my hair down and tore my shirt off and the flames grew still higher, higher my hound I called for the dove and I called for the swan then I leapt from the fire and ran to the door and the flames grew still higher, so much higher than my floor I strained to escape, my sinews pulled taught then with all of my strength I did flee the wild light and the flames grew ever higher, as I passed out of sight