The Fire

.:Author's Note:.
I wrote this for english a couple weeks ago. I'm actually not too proud of it, I had to write it in ten minutes, but I love the 3rd stanza, and hate the second line in the second stanza.



I wish to light the dark.
With stones, I make a spark
And give life to the kindeling
And, in turn, give me sight.

The fire roars to life
And cuts the air like a red hot knife.
It rises, scaring away the dark,
And bringing in the light.

The fire cackles, laughing maniacally,
Stealing all happiness from me,
Yet still, it brings me joy
And warms my soul inside.

The fire hisses as it descends.
Sizzling, it knows its life will end.
It departs, bringing back the dark,
As its life eventually died.



.:jordan stout:.