• Fire is not just dragons breath
    Fire is animal of its own creation
    It consumes everything
    It lives and dies
    It produces waste; ashes left behind
    It takes no shape no form
    But as it goes, we run away
    Since pride and joy is to give us fear
    But if some of us are slow
    It tortures us more then a cat playing with a mouse
    It gives us one of the worst deaths possible
    In its Demonic nature
    It never stops it just keeps on raging, letting the anger out
    It gives us one of the toughest battles
    But when it leaves
    There are tears of things that have turned to dust
    There are sighs of realif
    All I want is to breath the fresh air again
    Instead of being choked by all the heavy smoke