Jude, thanks for your love. I know this is a bitter poem, but it was my next one so this is just to say thank you...again :)
The fire.
The fire is burning.
It was always there,
first embers and now flames;
first a spark and now
a bonfire.
Loud, crackling, hot.
The fire burns
and so does our world.
War, murder, hunger.
The fire.
The fire is burning.
We must put it out.
Water! Water!
We need water!
No, it only makes it rise
higher.
It only makes the fire burn
faster.
-Dragonette
