It is a fact
Fire kills itself
It devours its only life source
It commit suicide with stealth

A life of a fire is short and full of pain
Heat rises as she quickly does her job of light
Burning everything in her path
Leaving nothing behind she can bite

Her soul is bright
Her death is keen
For as she dies
It's the purest you've ever seen

Strong in the day
Beautiful at night
A fire's magic
Pain plain in sight