Inferno

                     Uncertainly,
                     A fragile glowing flame wafts,
                     Slicing through the shadowy night,
                     Belonging to all,
                     Child of none,
                     Born through friction, heat and pain,
                     Hesitantly facing a silent, stoic world.
                     Forming, molding, shaping, growing,
                     Greedily it licking at life,
                     Ever hungry, ever searching,
                     Ever changing.

                     That which was controlled and ruled
                     Now breathes and moves and thinks and lives,
                     Indulgent thoughts, selfish desires.

                     The servant has become the master.

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