Your toy of choice is matches,
claiming to have mastered fire's passion, to control heat's destruction
Put gasoline to a flame, watch as it dances higher, higher
Tendrils of smoke whispering as they rise, high above the pyre
Naive child, thinking fire alone can chase out darkness
Embers may shine,
but they burn, consume themselves, lost in passion
Destined to flicker out, and yield once more to blackness
Ashes to ashes