Ode to a Flame

Born of sin and secret whispers
Created from burning
Kisses and touches

Born the rose
'Neath the blackened weeds
Choked by the plain jane
Daisies and clovers

Oh rose child!
How is that you caught the
Sunshine and made it
Your plaything?

Wild child,
Forest child,
Witch child,
How did you come to bewitch and
Bemuse the stern faced men and straight backed ladies?

You cast yourself
As the brightest little flame
To ever dance on the earth,
Fire child.

Rose child,
Fire child,
You knew the way from under the blackened weeds!

You caught our folly,
Presenting the truth
On a tray of sunshine

A / N: It was inspired by a certain little flame from The Scarlett Letter. See if you can guess who is the character featured here. Your prize shall be a poem written with any prompt the winner provides. The prize is only for the first 3 people who guess right.
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It was inspired by a certain little flame from The Scarlett Letter. See if you can guess who is the character featured here. Your prize shall be a poem written with any prompt the winner provides. The prize is only for the first 3 people who guess right.