Forged in fire
small and dark and shaped in coal—
you,
black ash shadow
the sun can never move.

Around you, halos of blue turn red,
you
smudge, you spill,
a chrysalis of smoke
your cloak, your softest sinew.

Fire-boy, boy bleeding coal,
You were born in flame.
You sear my skin, Red dance begin
Let ashes singe my name.