Have you seen the black fire?

An invisible colour and impossible shade,
Have you seen its haunting beauty
Like a ghost of intention
With a negative connotation attached to its name?
Contagious and catching,
It spreads unbelievably
Only to be engulfed in reds
Blues and orange.
With much more intrigue
But harder to recover
It becomes the bearer of death
And red that of a lover

Pro light is wisdom
A lack is ignorance
But comforting and pleasing all the same
Carrying unnoticed, unacknowledged
unrewarding shame
Its own unique form of stoic bliss
Instills a sense that none can opress
With pinpoints of simplicity
amidst more breath of mystery
Enticing and frightening
Yet curiously enlightening is this flame.

I wonder if this is the antonym
of Pagan faith?