It does not crackle with a spark of red,
Nor leave the forest black and scorched and dead.
It is a flicker of a cobalt hue,
That washes over everything anew.
It is the fire of a sudden thought,
A lesson that can never be untaught.
It starts within the marrow of the bone,
A quiet light that glows for me alone.
I feel it rising like a steady tide,
To burn the fears I used to keep inside.
It does not hurt, it does not leave a scar,
It guides me like a cold and distant star.
The Blue Flame is the courage to be strange,
To embrace the wild alchemy of change.
It melts the winter in the tired heart,
And gives the soul a brand new place to start.
So let the sapphire fire wrap me tight,
To keep me moving through the darkest night.
I am not burning, I am being made,
Into a blade that's never known the shade.