I dreamt of fire – wild and outrageous, devouring bodies.
It set ablaze our souls and charred mortality.
Uncontrollable it was: feared no harm nor enemies,
but its conscience; its own impeccable immorality.
I saw millions of souls on fire, grieving upon the remains
of earthliness, screaming inaudibly in ghoulish tongue.
I saw it break loose its leashes and rush to all terrains,
the fire, lighting up the darkness; burning away the wrong.
And she will go on to fan the embers onto forsaken art
because that is who she is – an artist, of immortality.
Raising the dead from depressions of forlorn hearts,
I saw her set ablaze souls for the sake of her undying art.