Young ember, so pure and new
Let me teach you my ways
Of those who allow disaster to occur and bring light to us when in need
For I am like a war general
Educating my troops in the ways of combat and taking them to the front lines
In your limited time on the face of this world, it will become your duty as my soldier
But for now you are young and must be guided away from those who chose the wrong path
I am a simple, old burning lightmound
For me there is not much left
I will not be there to guide you all through your life
You must direct yourself in the way you feel is fit
With all the different types of heated power
There is the red, raging lava, bursting from the peaks of the earth’s core,
The seething smoking of the weakening willows and the monstrous maples
But small flame, There is also great that can become of you
Like the laughing sparks of light under the twinkling stars of night
There is great beauty that can come of your kind
Dear small flame, it is time for me to extinguish and for you to take my place
And now, you are ready to burn and teach the next faint light
(I knew I had chosen the proper path when the laughter burst from within me)