Snowflakes danced in blinding darkness
at they were fondled by the gale
then caressed the trees like fingertips
learning unfamiliar braille.

A lonely Fey stood at the portal
and yearned to ride the storm
but turned in solace to the fire
in her desperate venture to be warm.

She stared into the writhing flames
and was spellbound by the blaze
they came to life within her eyes
as brilliant, incandescent rays.

She sought within the soaring sparks
a way to exorcise her pain
then of the cinders she glimpsed his smile
and went immediately insane.

The image flickered invitingly
and mutely swore he'd set her free
murmured in an exhale
the Demon said, 'Come dance with me'

Driven by her vacant psyche
as well as carnal need
she felt his flames lick greedily
in raucous trials to plant his seed.

The ghoul writhed and spat impatiently
beckoning in bold allure
His Hounds of Hell bayed hungrily
till he consumed the evil cur.

From the dark side of the glowing coals
at last rose the demonic Ghost
Held out a hand of burning embers
and the Fey untied with her host.

Through the Gateway they did travel,
Her screams trampled in his roar
Consummation incinerated--
and the fire was no more.
Snowflakes still cavort erratically,
the wind nurses from the flue
and silence smolders in the ashes
among a Fairies wing or two.

Was the toll she paid to seek desire
the ransomed feelings he evoked?
Seems she sold her soul to waltz with Fire
but all that's left are wisps of smoke.