Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Fire Bizarre

Very few folks have the right mix
Of gases and stuff for the chance
For me to have some special kicks.
First, the target gets in a trance.
Then a chemical spark takes place.
And that's my cue to flame about.
Around the bodiness, I chase
Myself, until there is no doubt,
Thanks to this burning mastermind,
Such a rare marvel has been done.
A crisp critter of humankind
By spontaneous combustion.

Of human touch, I never tire.
One of the perks of being fire.