Poem: 'Artistic Flames'

Artistic are flames, and they don’t play no games!
Never perceive they’ll remain a few, as they’re the ones that can burn you!!

Fear the fire, yet admire, their desire, yes, they never tire,
Here and beneath the mire, their heat flows higher and higher,
Even in the funeral pyre, there’s a need of the holy fire!!

The Sun, yeah, it rises still,
Waiting its turn, every night will it kill!
The potential to burn, even the toughest hill,
So it ain’t fun disregarding the omnipotent Sun!!

We don’t know what’s beyond life gate…
The shade fades by fire, energy or just light, 
But still, take no bait…
But wait, you still need the heat mate…
‘Cause fire gave us life,
Yet it can incinerate!!

Light or fire, it has different colours, different names!!
That’s why I say, artistic are flames!!!