Her hair billows out in the wind,
fanned by the breath of the lost
and the hope of the starving.
It curls like a kiss,
lavishing light and heat
with each one of their heart
She hums approval quietly
from under the black skies
she fights off with her beauty.
Stars twinkle overhead
and she hopes to burn
even a fraction as brightly,
The orange light she casts
enchanting men and women alike,
her beauty stuns all.
She provides comfort and illumination,
only asking for effort and consideration
from those she deems fit to spark
Angered by drops of water,
she crackles and hisses
a warning, loops of fire strands
diminishing, until she only lives
in the embers.