Red Fire

Me.

Such a simple word,

For something that is not

But its difficult to decipher...

Who, what, where

Is me?

It is hard

For many,

To figure it out

But me,

I've found me,

The me I know and love

This me...

Is a'fire,

A Flame, burning Bright

This Flame...

Is me,

And me, it.

Burning Bright,

Burning Light,

Wiggling, and Tiggling.

This Flame... fire...

Can be your Friend,

And enemy.

Your Friend

Can keep you warm.

Transfixing your gaze.

This Friend...

Can protect you.

Can feed you...

Your Enemy.

Is a forest Fire,

Burning uncontrollably.

This Enemy

Will burn your fields,

Your homes.

But only if

You Don't

Respect it.

Abandoning...

Misusing...

Abusing...

Will cause it

To Anger;

To be retributive.

But my Flame,

Isn't too quick,

To Anger.

It will burn,

But not for you.

Shunning you the warmth and friendship.

But this Flame,

Will also,

Somber.

My Flame

Will sputter

When Rain falls

The tears

Of Heaven

Will kill this flame

Dieing the

Flames to mere

Ambers.

As soon

As the

Tears stop.

My Fire

Will rekindle,

Like the Pheonix.

My Flame, will

NEVER

Die.

And then

There is

Red.

Red is

The color

Of blood.

Blood of

Birth, and

Death

Red,

Color of

Romance.

Red,

Color of

Hate.

Red wroughts

Mixed

Emotions.

For the

Colored

Sight.

Different from

The color

Of Earth,

The

Hue

Of Flora.

Because

Of its

Hue...

It's

Definition...

Is Me.

Different,

Equal,

Opposite.

Just

Plain

Me.

The Red,

The Flame,

And Me.