Golden-skinned seductress with dancing eyes,

Your laugh crackles through warm skies.

Ancient as stardust, young as dawn,

A primal force in flames reborn.

Each footfall ignites the earth,

Leaving black roses in your wake.

Behind you, ash-gray memories—

A canvas of your embrace.

You pirouette through forests old,

A ballerina wrapped in gold,

Your touch both blessing and a curse,

As nature bows to your rehearse.

Like a lover's fevered breath,

You whisper promises of warmth,

But in your passion's savage dance,

All turns to smoke and stone.

They come to praise your beauty bright,

Moths drawn to your deceiving light.

You gift them scars like molten lace—

Your signature, your grace.

Too wild for mortal bonds to hold,

Too fierce for gentle touch to mold,

You dance alone through time's expanse,

Forever cursed to entrance.

In hearths they trap your burning soul,

A caged thing, never whole.

But even tamed, you dream of flight—

Chaos wrapped in light.