By Fire and his buddy, Ironman
I am the last.
The last to walk in the footsteps of man.
I am the last one to be taught what there is to teach.
I am the last to walk the concrete jungles, the cities of man.
I am the last to think what there is to be thought.
Before man became beast and hence beast became dust.
I lie in the dust with the beast that was man.
Before I could live the life that could be lived I became the dust, victim of war,of time,of man.
Thus the last of last lies.
The death that is.
There was then the first of the next.
The first to walk in the footsteps of the last.
The first to discover what there is to remember.
The first to walk the jungles of the beast.
The first to think what is yet to be thought.
The next to have the beast walk again in their midst.
The first to do this yet only to become the last.
Thus they who lived among ruin fade back to the ash from whence they came.
They are the next but not the last.
For man's death is in fire and his birth is from ash.
