Fire King

His fury stings like red hot blades
His furious gaze that of twin black suns
His skin the color of burned wood
His breath comes in strands of smoke
His pipe hangs loosely in his right hand
His head resting on his left palm
His smooth skin glows in ember light
His face remains angry and unforgiving
His lips tight in disapproval as he smokes
His forked tongue flicks annoyed in the smoke
His throne of fire blinding all that dare to look
His reign will last always, always the Fire King