How shall I serinade your ear, Blackfire? With song, poem? Or a painting, drawing, or maybe a little midnight voyage to Paris? Ha, a joke at best, however easy it might be... the cold darkness of space has tainted your heart with bitterness... perhaps that is why I love you so much; because you are lost, cold, alone, and in need of help... Come, come closer... feel the warmness of the kindred fire that burns brightly in the hearth. Feel secure in the arms of your lover, who would do anything for you... Feel confident that your problems will be resolved. Feel safe, from the condescending eyes of those who are your enemies. Feel content, that everything is going to be allright. Hush now. Let the licking flames of the fire slowly drift you to sleep, where you are spirited away from this world into another of which you are soverign. Slowly let the blissful night guide you into sublime happiness.