Breath Of Fire Poem by Christa D

Inherent of his lips of burning brass,
A smoke of incense was swirling around.
His words set the frigid heart in flames
And consume the shadows of doubt away.
His mouth kindles the core of revolutions,
Spreading lights on skeletons in closet.
Seeing fumes as the relic of his tongue
Is the hope of the victims of his furnace.
The inferno of his exhalations won't flee,
His voice resides at the bosom of a volcano.
He is a common face with a breath of fire,
A fire that releases a perfume of incense.