The Fire Sonata

Another shadow stepped through
Escaped beasts and monsters of all sizes

From the dark side of the moon.

It all goes back, deep, stricken with black
And beyond the past, shallow, a scorching back-draft

Within this cold dank room, I find color, I find respite.

Like the fires of a Sonata, the music enraptures
see her eyes, and hear her voice. there is no need to ever recapture.

Like the fires of a Sonata, no lies need mask her
She laughs like a blooming rose, and sees beauty in disaster.

Like the fires of a Sonata, tempo increasing faster
Her mind lacks a certain confidence, illuminating her fracture

She makes a fire sonata in the midst of a downpour.
Falls apart halfway through and continues her song.
Fires too hot to ever be put out and she still wants more.