Fuse Poem by Roasted Mallows

Time is ticking - a fire on the rope
A warmth that humans fail to control
Repeatingly, it baits as a beacon of hope
While slowly but ferociously feasting on our soul

Without hesitation it will grow
Through the seasons, even in the snow
Unstoppable, onwards as it goes
Wandering on the endless roads

A light that brings with it darkness
The blaze unsatisfied with madness
Instead craved all be gone
Devouring everything 'till all that's left is none

For even the smoke won't survive
It's flames aren't hungry; angry they are
Raging, roaring, engraved our minds to learn
There's no escaping, to ashes we return