Born from the friction of True Love’s Spark
He grew hot and searingly handsome, blazing in the Dark
His influence doth seduce, every willow catches his flame
Consumed by his passion wild, incinerating every woodland dame
The unwieldy child of Oak and Aspen’s bark
Their dry yet intense kiss conceived Him in Twilight stark
So tender and delicate a cinder… Who knew of his fate so bright!
So weak and vulnerable to Gale’s mighty breath… Yet heir to unquenchable light!
He grew too fast with vigor all-powerful
He destroyed his own parents, their desire too lustful
The prophecy of the tender flame; destined to Tyrant Holocaust
Led by the Wind’s calls of furious urging… He rose to claim dew, flower, and frost!
His pride soars and billows… Bellowing his choking boasts
His smog smothers lowly seedlings, smothering ear of corn and oats
He runs raging with Hell-bound wrath, shooting blasphemes to shame the blue sky
He fears nothing but the fluffy, angel clouds, who cry tears from on high
Brother Fire warms us all, Sister Water cleans the spirit sore
But Flame was born of earthen wood-lust, while Rain has Heaven bore
His flashy dances are enticing yes, yet forgot he was born from twig and tinder
Let us beware of friction between Soul and Idol… Lest we conceive Lust’s cinder!
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