He hated fire for as long as he could remember. His mind drifting momentarily to the flames that scorched his childhood

Dancing in flames, she sang a song in a pitch that only a pyre can coax from such tender lips.

He shook his head to rid himself of the grim thought...

(note: My favorite bard! I will be tinkering with this one. You guys probably know what I am going to say, as usual, read the background.)