[size=3][u][b]An End to the Flame[/b][/u][/size]
The all-consuming flame,
so full of life and color,
eats at the air,
devouring it hungrily.
So full of life and color,
it seems to flicker,
devouring it hungrily,
it mows over a piece of grass.
It seems to flicker,
yet it seems so healthy,
it mows over a piece of grass,
but it doesn't consume it.
It seems so healthy,
yet it is growing smaller,
but it doesn't consume,
what is in its path.
It is growing smaller,
even though,
what is in its path,
is flammable.
Even though,
the stuff,
is flammable,
it is dying.
The stuff,
what had provided it with life,
is dying,
the flame moves to slow to get there in time.
The all-consuming flame,
So full of life and color,
It seemed so healthy,
yet it is dead.