Agni

It started, barely a flicker

Swaying softly as it grew

It knew not hitherto who it be

Until it took form and grew aglow

The nights sky softly shines - sapphire blue

As she bore sole witness, amist changed hues

It continued to grow, quietly - with swift ease

The darkness began to thaw, overpowered

Little spots of a realm afar spattered over the sky-light up

Smiling down at the soft dancing, now blue flames

The bluish-white little waves of fire, evolve unnoticed

Taking new form, making it more than just an 'it'

The warm soft rays, iridescent - startled the dark,

Drawing out life, from the moist borders of gloom… 

They swarmed by the hundreds, amidst the light

Devoid of colour/form or shape, heed to the fire 

The flames (now a he) grew stronger and swift

He moved now, slowly but surely ahead

Charring to a crisp, all that ever did come near he

A path of black lay on his trail, while onward moves he

With time, the seemingly frozen horrific black corpse

Quivers softly in the wind, and it begins to fleck off

Warm drops of rain drizzle down, and then pour away

Washing away the black, creating a little black pool 

The cold makes them shiver, and gingerly move, 

Until the warm blood, wakes them up - alert…

They blink - arise, and look at each other… 

Raptured by the colours, the shapes - the lines

Time-cycles, in a world without cycles… ticks on

They say he's pure, that he bears no malaise

Such power that consumes all that does touch,

But is not the beginning, the end, the end the dawn?