Disclaimer- don't own any of Inkheart it's all Cornelia Funke's ideas and property

The Fire Dancer

Firelit, Firelight, Firegleam, Firedream.

Firedance, in times of chance with

knife bearers and cloaked night-wearers

that scare and dare with knives,

a well-wishers fair.

A scream, a dream, blood gleams

from love inflicted wounds

that stream forever from your face,

with the fires of hate and the evil glares

of your enemies stares.

Time will heal your tears with bells

that peal a twinkling tune from May

to June and seal your doom with

all the leers and jeers from

your deepest fears.

Oh Fire Dancer, let a fire flicker on your

finger to show for all, how all

about you, the shadows that flare

and scare every watcher that dare

be entranced before your entertaining.

Prance, dance, for the shining eyes of

the White Ladies of Fortune and

the Mistresses of Death who take heart

in the glowing and the showing

of your tricks with your flaming friend.

A saying of goodbye hearten not

those left behind, nor the fire-flicker

on the wall that calls your words

mouth-less yet heard, too many words

unspoken go and too many hearts

un-broken are to be so.

And who's to dance in your place?

for life now wastes as time awaits

the return of the sorrowful, yet powerful,

the prancer, the entrancer, The Fire Dancer.