The flame flickered. Yellow and orange, it danced merrily to a silent tune, casting bizarre shadows. Hints of sapphire blue flashed here and there, as the swaying golden flame wavered in the slight breeze.
He watched it, the fire burning clearly in his eyes. How he loved it. Passing his finger quickly through the flames, the fire licked at his skin; singeing, but not burning. It was beautiful, wild, untameable, and unstoppable.
Licking his lips, he bent forward and struck a match, the sudden burst of light exciting him as the match head slowly burned.
The pyromaniac grinned with delight.