Spitfire
Alas for the sun which kisses my hand upon bended knee,
Today he blesses me and
Whispers my chosen name.
Spitfire.
Who among the common knew that ice could burn so brightly.
Or that water could fit so very nicely with
Flame.
Today I am the world, its contents my game.
Spitfire.
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