4 September 2012
Flames: they lick across my skin, But harm me? No they can't.
Fire, a tongue, leaps from my palms, But harm me? No it shan't.
A blast of heat and I'm alive, Master of this fire.
A shock of red, and orange-blue, But it's not my funeral pyre.
Controller of the uncontrolled, A power like none before.
Just a twitch of one digit, And from my hand, flames pour.
They all call me 'Fire Girl', For no one's quite like me.
When I'm the one to play with fire, It doesn't hurt, I'm free.
Fire Girl. • Opuss № I