This is not about soot
for then the fire must have died
but instead about the wind
as it cools this overheated flame
The room was filled with smoke
before we noticed the blaze
and yet we piled the wood
onto its billowing wings
I would not contradict
its beauty throughout it's ire
while still predicting the wish
to tame what I have named
The Fire
So please understand my wish
for one half is dark, coals and ashes
while the other retains its brightness
as it try's to burn higher.