Riddonkulous

I am born from nothing, yet I hunger endlessly. Feed me and I grow; starve me and I cease to be. I dance without music and roar without a tongue, And throughout the ages, countless songs of me were sung. I can warm the hands of a traveler lost beneath the night, Or turn a peaceful home into a frightening sight. I paint the darkness orange, gold, and red, While consuming everything beneath the path I tread. I have no bones, yet I can leap. I have no lungs, yet I breathe. I have no mouth, yet I devour. And when my feast is finished, only ashes remain.