Wicked Flame

Burning blue, surging green
turning clear and unseen
what can all these changes mean?
Wicked, wicked flame

Glowing brightly going dim.
dancing upon a breeze’s whim
from short and round to tall and slim
wicked, changing flame

You are such and evil thing
demon dancing upon a string
and what little warmth you bring
wicked, devil flame

though I long to snuff you out
it’s nice to have some light about
I’d rather not do without
wicked ,coveted flame

Then behold before my eyes
morning sun begins to rise
night is gone to my surprise
wicked, needless flame

Pinch you out and feel the sting
pain is not a harmful thing
smoke floats up and forms a ring
wicked , vanished flame