Oct 2018
the candle flickers,
yet the lion’s roar grows
the wind blows slightly,
yet even the wise owl knows
that the fire of the forest,
the ever burning light
would always start small
yet grow ever so bright
as the wolves stop to howl,
and the cocoons start to crack
the old man looks out the window,
wondering what it is that he lacks
yet the lion’s roar grows
the wind blows slightly,
yet even the wise owl knows
that the fire of the forest,
the ever burning light
would always start small
yet grow ever so bright
as the wolves stop to howl,
and the cocoons start to crack
the old man looks out the window,
wondering what it is that he lacks
[the monster was overcome with what he learned was fire. it gave warmth and heat, yet it burned his skin. how could something be able to help yet harm? how can something be essentially good yet evil? he could not understand]
