In the depths of night, the fire weeps,
Its blazing tears, in shadows steep.
A poetry of flames, fierce and bold,
In whispered tongues, its tale is told.

Burning passion, raging ire,
Dancing embers, a funeral pyre.
Each flickering flame, a sorrow's ode,
In the weeping fire, stories unfold.

A symphony of heat and pain,
In every crackle, a heart's refrain.
Burning bright with fierce desires,
Fuelled by tears of crimson fires.

So let the flames of sorrow sing,
In fiery whispers, hear their ring.
A poetry of weeps, fierce and dire,
In the blazing night, let souls aspire.