Fire 
Like a lover 
Licks 
In tongues of flame  
At the body 
That it burns 
And turns to ashes. 
It flashes and flickers 
As it devours 
Its power 
Irresistible 
By anything in this 
Combustible world. 
Man is not its master. 
Fire will always win. 
The brightest blaze 
That ever there was 
Shone at the start 
Of all there is. 
And at the end 
That blaze again 
Will burn until 
Fire itself 
Burns out.