An Ode to Fireangel

I have been duly informed by a fellow blogger that today is Fireangel Day. Just what is this Fireangel thingy? No bloody idea, until seeing the multitude of pings. In the midst of my accounting assignment (which my partner says Fireangel hates), I've decided to join in the reverie.

Angel fallen from up there
Drink and be merry right here
Sparks fly igniting a bonfire

Flames through the street
All blood tears and sweat
Fiery but she can be sweet

Tantalised us you have
Dreams of what may be
Around the fire we dance

Keep us warm angel of fire
For fallen you may be
We mortals crave for thee