The spark ignites; setting the Chariot Free. He rides with passion and fire; ruled by pride. There; lands a droplet seemingly from no where. The scent of salt upon his tongue, the breeze in his hair. She sits across the ocean waters singing her heavenly tune.
A glimmer catchers her eye causing her to flee. She calls the fireflies to aid in her escape. They light the skies to hide her face. The leave riddles in the form of images. She spends her days sleeping safe from pure loves fire.
For his spark was nothing but desire. Though she loved him so, he was nothing but fire.
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