The touch of fire
Your stare as cold as ice
Living in internal darkness
I can feel your power raise
Others think of you as evil
Full of vengence and malice
Yet they just look to the outside
And never towards within
Within they would find your beauty
Along with your firey passion
Your sense of what is right
And then what is wrong
In the human form
You could make grown men weep
And women crying in a heap
Then you would come across
The few of us who understand
And would all gladyly welcome you
With open loving arms
Because we see your love
Your passion
Your strength
Your beauty
Our dark goddess
our firey protector
