Fire alchemy: A poem about fire.
Ruby red tendrils
Dancing between moments
Remind me of what it is to embody the essence of life.
Stricking audacity in shifting form
Like a lion that strikes,
A tiger that captures
A gang of wolves with a kill
These whispering flames are Victorious in nature,
For their fire is always flickering hot
For this fire never hath plumeth.
These pockets of devouring energy turn wood into embers and coals into ether.
This energy comes from an infinite void,
And can be summoned just with the spark of two rocks.
From a spark it is born, into nothing collapse.
Nothing can out roar this lion. No-thing can compete.
It cannot be fought against at all.
For it is always the winner.
It can only be snuffed out.
This is the same fire,
That burns within thou spirit;
An encompassing flame.
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