Disclaimer: I own about as much of Angel Sanctuary as I do of a Mustang. You do the math.
Playing With Fire
Flickering, dancing, burning, waving
Embers waltz among debris
Sparks in a cacophony of lights
Flames lick wood, paper, fuel, consuming with desire to thrive
Burning, licking, consuming, dancing
A scene plays out before my eyes
Both beautiful and deadly at the same time
The balance of flame and fuel must not be undone
Frailty lingers in wake of destruction
The story comes to an end as I watch
The roaring flame reduced to flickers
An empire falls, destroyed by time
To never again reach former glory
Whoever can figure out what the end is an allusion to gets a cookie and a Kira plushie.