Fae of the Fire

People dance in the fire As if they're skipping over Hot coals. They flicker with the Raging fire, Dazzling with their stunning acrobatics, Freezing us with their magic, Like unearthly Sprites.

People dance in the fire. They tell a story: Mine. Of what was, and what is And what has yet to come to pass. If you look deep enough, You will see your story, Too. Embedded in the dark spaces Between the flickering Orange lights.

People dance in the fire. They tell of war and peace, Hot coals changing to hills Silhouetted by Sunset. The red fire, the amber sky That sets over your beloved Cities.

I like to think I see People dance in the fire, But they aren't really people At all. No, they are heathen fae, Spelling out world's end. They are the fae of the fire And they tell the stories of your kind, And they are coming For you.