And so in her final attempt to take him out
she sent down lava to destroy him
yet to her surprise he laughed
despite the lake around him
The magma could not harm his skin or clothes
not even leaving a mark
he looked into her eyes as he inhaled deeply
and sucked it all in to his mouth
To her he said in ringing tones
your inferno could never touch me
those who are living fire could never be harmed
your feeble attempts have been added to my flames within
and it's only made me stronger
She gave up and left him in the end
as he continued to burn brightly
fuelled by an unknown source
but still a beacon of hope
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem