Fire Keeper

Such brilliance never caught by glass

knows only sky and stream and golden grass.

She is the earth; the earth is She:

Bones of needles, gaze of pins

Though delicate, Her gentle skin

An ember's hiding deep within.

They say She has a tongue of flame

A savage furnace that she'll never tame;

So, silently, she roams the ground-

Beating heart and pounding hooves:

The only languages She speak:

Shy and dumb; by no means meek.

But the fire steals Her spindly legs

"Burn as I do! Go seize the land!" it begs.

She quavers, though she must obey:

She is the flame; the flame is She:

It leads Her by a wicked rope-

Fire on the heels of the Antelope.