The Essence of the Flame

Does fire not stop

Until there is nothing

More to destroy?

Does it pull a cloak

Of ashes and invisibility

Around its shoulders at night,

When its damage is done,

And fly off to cause

More grief, pain, and sorrow?

Or, does it just float away,

Nonexistent,

Fearless,

Never leaving a trail

Of sparks and ashes in it's wake?

But no, that couldn't happen,

For fire is too spiteful

To be gone forever.