Fire
Just a few coals and I'll give you some heat.
Put my hot flame to these black faces seen.
Such wonder seems for me as no big feat,
and by the fire enjoy yourself serene.
Just a small candle, I'll give you some light.
The taper needs but a short flame to glow.
Can be thus viewed for miles when weather's right,
and I'll halt time to take tallow dip low.
Just a spark causing trees to kindle high.
Now I'm your adversary taking lives.
Give me this day's chance, I'll soon make you cry,
for I'll wrought great destruction though man strives.
As servant, master fierce what might it be?
Now wanting answer, I am waiting thee.
Copyright © Alfred Berggren | Year Posted 2017
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