I love it. I don't know if what I'm thinking is the same with yours. But it feels like you're talking about the Savior.

The crackling sounds of fire beckons,
Hypnotized by the Breathing flame.
Stretched arms like scorched sword,
Its eternal light is my reward.

Oxygen fills up parched lungs,
Blood brewing with torment.
A star bust of a thousand suns,
A young phoenix is born.

Well, even if it's not, I still love how you wrote it.