Fire

The fire burns,
From deep, deep it burns,
Hot,
Ferocious,
Cleansing.

I stand in the fire,
I feel its heat,
I welcome its
All consuming
Ire.

The fire is in me,
It is of me,
It is me,
I am its master,
It is for me.

Let the fire burn,
Let it clear a path,
Let it open a way
Through the briars
Of loss and pain.

The fire burns,
It is clean and bright,
From its ashes
Will rise,
The noble king.