A spark appears in the darkness,
A flash, a whisper, it bites in the darkness.
A breath of life born out of friction
It dances and swings, slicing through the conflict. MORE READ
The ember becomes redder and orange,
A beast that needs to be fed—it is ravenous.
In a frenzied ballet, it climbs and leaps.
devouring all that dares to remain.
With a voice so magnificent, it crackles and roars.
An innate power that is unstoppable.
However, there is a grace within it.
A brightness, a warmth, in its flaming embrace.
Watch out for flames that burn too brightly,
as they have the potential to scorch and spread quickly.
A foe in the field, but a friend in the home,
A sword with two edges that is unyielding.
Sighing as it goes out, the fire
A soft radiance, fading gradually.
However, new life will emerge from the ashes,
The fire never really goes out, just like life.
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