Fire... It is destruction made manifest. A fire uncontrolled will wrought death and destruction apon anything in its path. It takes life... It obscures hope.
But it also creates life, it gives hope and warms us. Fire may bring pain... It may herald death and destruction, but from the ashes left behind begin anew. From the ashes rise a new life. From the flames comes light full of warmth.
Fire is a living thing. It dances with out a care... Never stopping untill it dies. And as it dances, the birds sing... The sky gazes... And the animals admire. Entranced by the rythmical dance of life and death we become enlightened.
Like fire we wrought apon others death and destruction... We leave nothing but a scar on the planet... But from our corpses rise new life. Just like fire... We kill to give birth. We destroy to build... And we live to die.
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Fire: what it is
PoetryI have nothing to say other than I wrote this cuz I know most people see fire and think one thing... Contain it, but I see it and think of a new life... I admire and love fire... But I don't play with it... So I'm a pyro but I'm not pyro-maniac. I k...
