StoneLion's Writings

Born of Fire

was born of fire
and forced to be
her mother's air.

She sucked
on the air
and drew her faster
toward the ashes.

Those little deaths
threatened to kill her
and pull her into the air.

Caught by burning fingers,
she cried out loud
and befriended
her brother the water
sometimes yelling
"Smother her!"
sometimes begging
"Feed her!"

Learning to move away
the fire continued
to bite at her heels.

Every little death
pushed her
toward leaving,
the water stagnant
and the earth
mined for ore.

The fire kept on snapping
while the earth lay claimed
and the water
dried up in the heat.

Nothing but fire
eating away
forcing the air to finally
blow away.