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The Fate of Fire

I am the fuel that stokes the flame a fire burning hot and bright With purpose I will make my name, and choose the path that I ignite My reach will touch all that I see so fierce the heat of fervent torch that borders melt away from me as bowing low, they peel and scorch How grandiose all I've designed Such intricately fashioned form Yet comes the day when I will find my rugged flame, once bright and warm Grows cold and dark - utterly burned - and find myself to ash returned.

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Richard Thomas

Date: 8/30/2018 9:19:00 PM

Excellent construction, phrasing, and imagery. This is a trivial thing, but I think that in the closing couplet, "burned" would more closely rhyme with "returned" than "burnt."

Jesse Rowe
Date: 8/30/2018 10:12:00 PM

Yes. Such a simple change that I can't even fathom why I didn't do it that way initially. For some reason I think I thought burned was 2 syllables. Thanks for the comment and advice.