The tiny fire Is symbolic as to what is left To the once great warrior. A wounded heart Can not feel the passion That a small fire can. Inside the tiny fire, Are tiny sparks. They arise from the fire, And suddenly disappear. Underneath the burning wood There are ashes. Dark tiny particles these are, They are the insignificance Of the tiny fire. It's amazing, How a tiny fire Can feel more Than the warrior of our times. No one questions, No one answers, Itβs left a mystery. A terrifying Yet sorrowful mystery. That tiny fire Continues to increase in size. The warrior of our days Will refuse to put it out, Because not of warmth That the tiny fire acquires, But of the symbolism It conceals.