The Fire Queen

Her eyes burnt trees to timbers
Her hair was flaming fire
Her heart was trapped in a cage
Her fingers flew sparks
Her lips uttered burning words
Her feet danced above the ruins
Her voice was harsh and raw.

She skipped on sparks
She laughed at the stars heat
She was a burning star
She thought about those little lights

The remains of the Fire Queen's soul.

This is basically my first poem for almost two years (I am now thirteen).