The Fire

I once looked upon the fire, 

The burning of the heart's desire, 

To live and recall happier days, 

I watched it engulfed by the growing flame; 

 

As I looked upon the fire, 

my fear rose, higher and higher, 

I stood there my ambitions tamed, 

As all I sought was taken by the flame;

 

We have mistaken endless sea for lake of fire, 

It takes both the honest saint and the underhanded liar, 

It cares not for man, nor his aim, 

As they all were taken by the ever growing flame; 

 

The people danced around the fire, 

Around the smoke of the funeral pyre, 

Like the Gods of old they now disdain, 

As they were engulfed by the eternal flame; 

 

And then I stepped into the fire, 

Much so like Edward's Spider, 

And while I was burned to nothingness,

I gave no fight and offered no duress. 






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