Too bright she burns, a fragment of the fire
That flames within her eyes will immolate
The unsuspecting subject of her ire,
Reducing him to ash, a dreadful fate.
And so she shines, her brilliance a mere mask
While cowards walk around her, daring not,
Their courage insufficient to the task
Of walking though her fiery onslaught.
Until he comes, inured to pain and death,
Oblivious to all but her bright blaze,
And braves destruction in a single breath
To be incinerated by her gaze.
To ash they both are rendered by the sight
But flare again to fiery flame, too bright.