A small spark of fire
Resides within my heart.
It usually stays hidden
In the recesses of myself.

But when the world is cruel
And turns its back on me,
And when family becomes enemy
The spark starts to glow.

A fire then rages within me
Engulfing my depression.
It burns away the sadness,
As it responds to the challenge.

The flame feeds on resistance,
And won't die without a fight.
It thrives on my troubles.
I become a fiery warrior.

A blazing sword of glory
Rests in my hand.
A fiery determination
Keeps the fire hot.

Who can withstand my wrath,
My soul-burning glare?
Dark flame dancer,
That is what I am.