Fire gave me life.
Out of the corners of my newborn eyes I could see him standing there.
My blacksmith.
My father.
My creator.
He made me, He aids me, He gives me my breath.
He takes me. He breaks me. And thus comes my death.
He has burned me down to make a new,
therefore fire took my life.
Though purposely, I am one of few,
Who has met an ending to strife.
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
Fire gave me life.
Out of the corners of my newborn eyes I could see him standing there.
My blacksmith.
My father.
My creator.
He made me, He aids me, He gives me my breath.
He takes me. He breaks me. And thus comes my death.
He has burned me down to make a new,
therefore fire took my life.
Though purposely, I am one of few,
Who has met an ending to strife.
