Fire Woman

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In the heart of whispers where legends unfold,
There dwells a woman, unbroken, bold.
A figure radiant, a sight to behold,
She, the fable in ancient scrolls told.

She, the bearer of flames divine,
A goddess of fire, in mortal's design.
Eyes of ember in twilight's shine,
In her hands, the world's end line.

Her heart, a hearth, from which love springs,
A symphony of life, each beat brings.
Fire dances to the tune she sings,
In her grasp, it loses its stings.

She weaves the sunbeams, braids the blaze,
Controls the wild and fiery haze.
Through scorching days and freezing phase,
Her flame, a beacon, never decays.

The pyre in her spirit, fierce, untamed,
Life and death in her palms, named.
With every flicker, new worlds framed,
By her firelight, darkness shamed.

Her silhouette against the sable sky,
A flaming phoenix, free to fly.
With a tender touch, yet the inferno's sigh,
She, the answer to the eternal why.

In the hush of the night, under star's firelight,
The divine flame-keeper, our darkest night's light.
Her dance with fire, a mesmerizing sight,
A mystical woman, born of flame and fight.