This is a poem I wrote a while ago about the Fire Caves on Bajor - this is a sort of impressionistic history of them, and attempts to capture some of the mystery surrounding them.
The Fire Caves
As slowly worked against him the life sought from others what it could not find in him
As when did the fire leap from the rocks and the cavern and soar through the sky, searching for its home like a vaala for its nest
As it looked, and though could not find, found, in the expanse of the cavern, one mind
The mind opened its thoughts to the life, thinking the thoughts of the life and knowing that the end would never come
For the life was now immortal, searching deep for its meaning as it explored the mind, finding compassion and hatred, lust and lies
The life sought in the mind to find a place for to reside, for one but the mind rejected it as it came to know for what looked the life
The mind tried to fight the life, but the life was too strong for the mind and the mind soon lost, buried within the life and the will of life
The mind had lost to the life, but now began to find that within the life, there was compassion for the agents of darkness
The life told the mind the truth, as the mind accepted did its patterns form of the darkness of life
As the mind and the life became not two, not one, the life did tell the mind of the darkness within it that never surfaced
As the mind accepted the life, it saw the darkness inherent in the light it had come to hold so close and the mind finally died
Left alone was the life to seek out new mind for its purpose of darkness within which it knew could salvation be found
It lay there, confined, for the day that would be known to the life as the day of its immortal death
The life thought after its death, much to how it could have saved the mind as having made it one of the life
The life knew that to awaken once more, it would keep the mind as the life next to the life that existed now
The life sunk to the bottom of the cavern, down through the rocks, the vaala's nest destroyed along with the fire that kept life
The cavern was lost along with the life for many a century, but time did not matter to the life
It thought, and it searched for another mind, and it left a book of the life that a mind could summon it forth, then died a mortal death
More centuries past, and as lay the life but as dead as the vaala that dies in the nest it thought of the next mind that might wander
As when did the fire leap from the rocks and the cavern and soar through the sky, searching for its home like a vaala for its nest
It found the mind, and there was two that were not to rest, but to compete to the mortal death as a struggle of centuries
Centuries did not matter to the life, for the life had died two deaths and a third death confined it to the minds that might wander
And now it saw the minds, and flew to meet them, understanding the knowledge better than did the minds
It flew to the mind that controlled, the mind that would serve to know as the other mind tried to summon the life
The life merged with the mind and it knew as it introduced itself to the mind that they would be not two, not one
The mind had dreams, wild dreams, hatred over compassion, but both lust and lies for the mind that the life to join would know
As is known to the life, powerful is the mind but saddened by a recent loss, the life comforts the mind with its own tale of death
The mind knows, reaches out to the life as they bond for the life of the mind as a symbol of power to the bonded