The Fire

He dances within the fire

Flames whipping with the wind

His eyes a shade of red

That would frighten most.

Nothing touches him

When he’s within the fire.

He flies around

Knowing he can hurt a human

For days

With just one sting.

Nothing touches him

When he flies.

The crows fly in

Taking what they can

When he is done

Devouring

Everything in his path.

Nothing touches him

When he is power.

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