She rose like a flame-

Dancing, moving-

I could taste her name on the end of my tounge, each syllable bubbling over my lips like the saliva bubbles caused by cyanide. 

She rose like a flame-

Calling, singing-

Her voice echoing out like a melody that just wasn't quite good enough to be heard on the radio, yet just good enough for my own ears.

She rose like a flame-

One foot in front of the other-

Her eyes lit up with the passion of a thousand suns, each one brighter than the last, and bright enough for me to see daylight in the darkest hour.

She rose like a flame-

Regrowing from the ashes of a dead past-

But I could only imagine the horrors her desolate mind has laid waste to.