It has no legs but it always dances.
It has no lungs but it depends on air.
It has no life but it still risks dying.
Creating flickering shadows,
It holds a majestic beauty none can understand.
The longer we watch the fire the larger it grows
untamed and unchallenged.
It spreads consuming everything in its path
but we still just watch.
Only when the fire is entering our life
do we ever decide we need to act.
Once the fire reaches us it consumes us
taking our hearts and our souls and makes them
unrecognizable.
It chars the very things
that make us who we are.
This fire which has long since
been our beginning,
will someday be
our end.
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