Fire of passion,
You of a soul so
Pure it washes hands,
Of fingers so green and
Graceful they spawn fruit,
Of chastity so resolute you
Unplant God’s seeds.
Fire of hell,
You of prayers so true
They halt winds,
Of a tongue so cunning it
Charms kings and
Of wrath so caustic
It bursts skulls.
Molly Burns - poet 