Late evening poetry...

[canissum]

... or some such semblance.

"Fire Spinning"

Smell the fumes.
Give in to the trance.
Feel the flames
Then start to dance.

Move as one
With your sister flame,
Flowing free
Through the outer planes.

Circle, straight,
Plains hold the shape.
Chaos freed,
Drums by the lake.

There we spin.
We dance with the fire,
Lost in light
On mystery's pyre.

- D.J. Carmen

I'm not quite happy with this one. It's missing something. Perhaps a slight tweak. "Through the outer planes." Is almost the line I want.