It was mesmerizing.
He stood rooted to the earth ,the cold wrapping around him like a lover's embrace, unable to pull his gaze away away from the ball of red and orange.
The fire hissed and rattled as it feasted upon the fat and oil beneath the man's skin, causing the surface to blister and burst open like mushroom heads or bubble blown upon.
Beneath the blackened rind, the raw, burning meat was revealed, glowing with a fierce, inner heat.
The man flailed his arms in a frantic, disjointed dance as the flames undid him, layer by layer, slowly and inexorably. Unable to do anything about it, just screaming and screaming until they came to be just a thin, whistling sound from a roasted lung.
He felt an almost magnetic attraction to the heat. He leaned forward, his face flushed a deep, bruised red by the radiance. The fire moved with a fluid grace, dancing in patterns that seemed to speak a language only he could interpret.
