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Fire Pt. 1: Bitter Reflection
It Burns, it it lives,
It puffs ash, it sleeps.
Yet I refrain from reaching into its keep.
For it holds something close,
Something dear.
But I fear its will to sear.
So I watch my precious become ash,
To retrieve her would be ignis fatuus*.
But I now wonder, how did it come to this?
It started many a year ago,
When I was still a man.
When I could reach for my precious, without a scorched hand.
*Fool's fire: a foolish or hopeless goal

Fire Pt. 2: Sweet Memories
It began on a summer eve,
Her hair gleemed with great sheen.
Her beauty shook my very being.
Our love blossomed, when our eyes met,
We assumed that our passion will be eternal.
But it would tragically end, with her becoming infernal.
We lived blissfully,
Yet she knew that the bell shall toll for her soon.
I didn't listen to my precious, I was such a bafoon.
It all ended on a autumn eve,
With the of fumes.
And my precious consumed.

Fire Pt. 3: Relinquishing Fire
When the leaves changed colours and fell,
So did she.
All because she wanted to flee.
To me, t'was unforseen,
To her t'was forseen on that summer eve.
But her reasoning, even she could not conceive.
She ran from me, as if I was a monster,
But my precious tripped upon her dress.
And into the fire where she still rests.
She screamed and fled,
Into the arms of the twisted wire.
Consumed by the o' gluttonous fire.