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