Nov 4, 2025
Golden Spill
She’s a thrilling spark, playing fire games — golden copper to blue, heat building late in the night, high as the sky.
Let her burn in delight, the spirit of the flame rising steady, glowing under the stars, a stark contrast in her heart.
Innocent, bringing the flames higher — the golden curls matching her long, untamed mane, a resemblance of her journey, the Leo of the spirit, the flames of her becoming.
Flames roared above her, and she answered, screaming into the night, a beast newly born.
