The fire rages around me, and strangely, I feel at peace.
This is where I belong,on the battlefield.
Everything is burning, the heat and flames dance madly in an unholy waltz.
Burn, yes, burn.
The red glow basks on my face and glows in my eyes.
The fire is living, like a demon who has possessed my soul.
I tilt back my head and laugh.
This is where I belong, on the battlefield.
In the midst of fire.