Falling into mortality
Rising from the ashes
Shedding off the cinders
And glowing coals of my rebirth
Scarlet fire feathers
Icy eyes of blues
My beauty, stunning, blinding
In both light and actual measure
My threat level, fatally high
But as easy as I ****, I nurture
As cruel as I am, I’m kind
As strong as I am, I’m gentle
I lift an infant as readily as I carve into flesh
And you’ve not seen kindness
Until you’ve seen me with the injured
Though as cruel and harsh as the oncoming storm,
I’ve got a soft spot for the lost and lonely
The wandering and dreamers
And if you think I’m an enigma
You should meet my friend,
The big bad wolf
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