When it’s freezing cold, you may well shiver.
When it’s scorching hot, you burn and quiver.
Dancing like a flame until dark ashes delivers
Charcoal; you’d become by evil spirits in fever
Then sometimes occurs as long decades past on
Sketches may be drawn with ashes’ hard as stone
Seen written on a wall where the story has to be told
Narrated and described for someone to unfold.