The fire on my wings rips and spits,
through the sparse high-atmosphere air,
and volcanoes erupt off my fiery body,
in a terrifying, and furious fashion.

Passion travels like lava,
through chasms of molten veins,
emotion pumps to the surface of my skin,
fueling the purifying flames of my inferno.

Whose are the eyes that I will burn out,
and whose are the eyes I will bless with beauty?

And if another comes along,
to extinguish my loud flames,
and put out my burning feathers,
who will be the one to reignite my soul?