Her flame burnt bright. Oh, it never drew weary moths or
unsuspecting people. But if you knew what you were looking for, her flame could
engulf you. But that was the nature of her incendiary flame. It combusted and
consumed, if you knew where to look. She drew you in. She dried you out. A
fiery succubus? Not even close. She drew you in. She drew you out. She gave you
her fire, burning you, burning her. And for a fleeting moment you were aflame.
Till you saw yourself burn. You tried to dowse it, the raging fever. You
succeeded, where she never could. But with the dying embers, you saw something
vital in you die. Something that was only there because of her. And it felt
like an amputation, of your soul. She dried you out.
Title Inspiration - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=96KLflS5f6g
