You sly Dog! You jest!
Surely you have always danced in the bluest of hues,
Brightening the night with untainted light; rays of ocean reflection.
To suggest, as once was made, that you, great heavenly spirit, were once a creature of fire is mystifying.
A waltz of flames, scorching the land, reigning supreme for thousands of years, only to be overcome, the war won, by a blue angel?
Say that fire burns deep still; won’t you dance your dance again?