Flaming Grace;
Fire, gracefully turning, spinning with the grace of a fallen angel, burning with the heat of hell. Tainted beauty, with feathers daintily fluttering to the ground. No one is near, no one is here to see the vast beauty of simple yet great movements, no one close enough to hear the vibrant, soulful tunes of a lost and despairing lover. A sudden, peaceful presence arrives, the anguish ceasing with speed unrivaled as the lost lover is found, and the darkness disperses.