4 Elements Poem by Aram Stefanian

Up in the air, dead in the water,
Playing fire on my stamping ground,
Wish I could borrow a pair of wings
To soar like a bird and turn around.
To bite at a tempting bait like a starved fish,
To fire you up and get you to settle your hash,
And then ebb like a smoke, rising upward.
For no one on earth I'm gonna hurt.
By tying those 4 basic elements together,
I'll turn into one cherubic and wicked avenger
To avert misery and an impending danger
Of destruction and to feel damn sight better.