Fire
Fire is the master of change
But also of being untamed
None of us its master; a mage
It burns so hot, don't get maimed
It changes with the air
Using fuel to burn bright
Whats in its path it does not care
Destructive little burning light
It can be snuffed out
But its path it took to run,
Especially on midnight drought
It burns bright as a morning sun
A little flame so swayed
By the breath of man and time
It may even fade
From the cold world from which it lie
The flame flickers
It changes its way
In a fight we are not the victors
And the flame burns another day
We cannot control fire
But we can change the flame
An element i do admire
Destructive, but not to blame
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