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.