The Fire Within

Burn young one, burn

Eat, and grow bright

For many still yearn

For youth’s warm light

You want your turn

To start your rite

But death will churn

And flex their might

Timbers creak and whine

While you produce heat

Others see you shine

And try to compete

But what you design

Struggles to be beat

For you will outshine

Those who claim defeat

Gray, timber covered ground

Lingering soot and ash

We want another round

To reflect and rehash

Before time is unwound

Alongside of our bash

The Reaper is inbound

Without fear of backlash

Circular, charred covered plot

Leaving smokey scents behind

Your embrace an afterthought

Warm memories now entwined

With survivors left distraught

Your spirit now unconfined

Your body an afterthought

Goodbye tired mortal rind