The Villainous Hero

Unpredictable, but predictable all the same

Vigorous rubs give birth to a flame

Flickering softly, so close to his decease

At the mercy of the chanciest breeze

Clear drops drop down, the skies torn

Suffocates the dazzling light

Wisps of smoke left behind

Rage builds another stronger than before

Dazzling orange, a red silhouette

Blinding the world with his fury

Morose blue at heart, refuses to let

Sorrow ease out painlessly

Instead allows himself to be consumed

By anger, addicted to kerosene

The tonic fuels powerful fumes

At the speed of flashing light beams

Destroying everything in his path

Barring not a single soul or bone

Madness at it's very peak at last

Purest white emanates from within, pure no more

Peace was struggling to break

The locks that strangled her neck

She was released too late

Fire had left her to deal with his mess

He looked down, suspended in space

At the black ashes he had created

In a split second of hideous craze

Burning ball of fire regretted

Such power is entrusted upon him

Yet he misuses it ever so often

Millions of different faiths worship him

Million others mourn his wrath near coffins

He surfaces in a rundown old cottage

Nauseating stench, broken bulbs, the man unfazed

Piles of snow outside as high as the mortgage

Shivering resolute arms failed to set the wood ablaze

The final matchstick his only hope, he strikes

Fire appears all at once, crackles to life

The man heaves a misty sigh of respite

Revels in the gift of warmth and light

Peace lurking in the white snow

Smiles, she is impure no more

For now, as fire is unpredictable, but predictable all the same.

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Just a fleeting thought :

Fire is a villainous hero

We mimic his qualities subconsciously

Strive to extinguish evil's inferno

Strive harder to shine brightly