An Ode to Flame
A flame was lit.
And the heaven cried,
For a miracle took birth
On the face of the Earth.
Wise was she
For she knew her worth.
Never let moths burn her away,
She was light, here to stay.
But, oh, a struggle for the tiny light,
Or so, did the world seem.
For the winds were mighty
And the oceans were plenty.
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Unaware of her power,
The world played for her being.
Dancing to the rhythm of gale,
She guided ships that sail.
Shone upon darkness,
Bringing demons to light.
The evils cringed in the shadows.
"Put her off! She's too bright"
She smiled as she resonates,
Her time has come.
For they feared the flame.
They feared her name.
The wind took the ocean in arms.
Together they brought in a storm.
All to quench a selfish desire.
To put an end. End this fire.
But alas, she was fire.
A war against evil, she furored.
Embracing the storm, wildfire evoked.
Burning injustice and the bridges it bore.
As time grew tired,
So did the wildfire.
Simmering down to a flame
So tiny to discover.
She danced to her name,
And the world bowed to her power.
