Fire Is Pain Poem by Astrid Momant

Fire is pain. It is beauty and destruction. You can’t build anything from it but you can burn down the most impressive castles, the biggest city’s and largest forest with it’s passionate arms and endless tentacles.

Fire is warmth. It is comfort and safety. It’s hot breath will warm your hands and cook your food. The soft flames will give you the reassurance of control.

Fire is passion. It is desire and strength. It will spark in your heart and consume you. It’ll promise your soul love or burn it black. It is uncontrollable.