"The fire", you ask me,
"What does it mean?"

A floating movement
Which soothes the eyes.
Delicate in its wavering;
Hypnotizing shining light.

Amidst the deep darkness
Leads one into captivity.
As attached to a harness
Even dragged to profanity.

And, thus, lies the mystery,
The dycothomy of the element:
The same uncovers Beauty
And burns with its temperament.

The wise man properly asks:
“Who can tame its power;
By it not be devoured?"
And this he’s yet to grasp.

Only one discerment is made:
Fire exists in various shapes.
And this no man mistakes:
Its human form is a maid.