Bringing hope.
Bringing joy.
It is the light to our darkness.
A guide to our ploy.
It is our pain.
It burns our skin
and sears our flesh,
It is agony we have forced within.
The sun, the fire of day,
provides heat and light,
and observes the minute
development of the swaying branches.
The moon, the fire of the night,
it lights our paths up,
for the wandering towns folk,
and the restless nocturnal.
Quick as it gallops,
from house to house,
destruction follows like a shadow,
with chaos all about.
Soot and ash,
their decisions were rash,
dust and smoke,
we whimper as we choke.
But fire is a double-edged sword,
it takes and gives life,
it provides and diminishes burden,
and it was what gave mankind a drive.
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