Sometimes the fire will only ever flicker and glint
No matter how many times you spark the flint.
So shade me in with any hue,
I do suppose it was something long overdue.
But when the turpentine removes the décor,
When you strip away passed my locked door
What will be at the core?
Well, I'm not sure.
I have come and found
That I tend to frown
When asked to define;
Who am I?