A flame

So small, fresh from ignition

Fluttering with life, it is free 

Such a vision, such a vision

Dancing, it begins to flee

A warm glow becomes a hot beam

So much passion in such a small flame

Let it grow, engulf the dark, make you scream

Until it becomes something you can no longer tame

 

Roaring, it takes over, waves of pain again and again

Snuff it out, it can’t be controlled

The end is shaded

It’s extinguished by the rain

This demise was foretold

Now, the warm glow has faded.

Reviews

[Smoking Man]

If you like Flames and the theme of flames then I think you will love my Scottish period drama "Flame Of The Highlands".
Now to your poem which is beautiful and effortless but so eloquent and imaginative.
This kind of reminds me of "Grenfell Tower",I don't know why.
Fire is a destructive source of energy which feeds on oxygen and the lives of others.

Ps welcome to "Writers Cafe",I'm new too.