The face peers out the fire bright
a demon thing that will not burn
Its body feels no pain this night
as ever slowly, red eyes turn
Your heart drums quick, a fearful beat
your mouth is dry as dessert sand
The demon reaches through the heat
and fastens round your useless hand.
"The Book of Celtic Haunting and Curses" as dreamed by the Wanderer's Muse
The spirit laughs within the flame
a tortured soul will yet remain
to howl the night in hellish pain
or drink the blood for which it came.
From an Ancient Druid folk song as Conceived by Francesca QuartoType your paragraph here.