|Ode to Pyromania (standard:poetry, 137 words)|
|Author: StarChild||Added: Mar 25 2001||Views/Reads: 2742/8||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The title kind of says it, but its about fire and its beauty. Please send me feedback and/or vote.|
I dreamt my room ignited into flames And while everyone else ran and screamed, I just sat up and stared They were throwing water on this masterpiece I watched in awe as it claimed my radio, then the TV Fire, friend or foe, it gives yet it takes And as the cigarette burns holes in your lungs it still gives you that great nicotine taste Fire, a risk and yet a pleasure Consuming whole forests, but leaving its ashes to help the next generation, Its children grown on the ashes of thier predecessors are stronger and live longer So don't destroy what was made to destroy for it is in the death that there is beauty And in the life of the fire warmth and fateful security Fragile and strong is fire Fragile yet strong are we Tweet
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