I see the flame from a distance
It beckons me to come
I move towards it
Drawn to it like a moth

It calls to me as I approach it
Closer, closer, it whispers to me
Speaks so sweetly to me
Its warmth inviting me to stay

I am now standing in front of it
It still calls
I step into its engulfing tendrils
And as I burn it laughs at me in its crackling voice