Fire
Throng of waves pursue the ring,
Liking the edges with fury and fiend
Conquer and be named victor of the heat,
Or give in to the blazing, white-hot endless waves
Where is the start, here does it finish,
For a circle has no beginnings or ends
All self pride, must bow down to the king of it all,
The powerful, fierce flames and call
No creature could betray, or penetrate it secrets,
For this scorching, deadly light has no weakness
So she would fear it? No, for we use it every day
But respect it, yes, for we owe our lives to this heat, which always gets its way
Liking the edges with fury and fiend
Conquer and be named victor of the heat,
Or give in to the blazing, white-hot endless waves
Where is the start, here does it finish,
For a circle has no beginnings or ends
All self pride, must bow down to the king of it all,
The powerful, fierce flames and call
No creature could betray, or penetrate it secrets,
For this scorching, deadly light has no weakness
So she would fear it? No, for we use it every day
But respect it, yes, for we owe our lives to this heat, which always gets its way
This Poems Story
I fear fire, but I find it’s beuty something that I can’t look away. To me, fire is more then heat... it is beuty, burnin away fear. I tried to show that in this story.
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