The Darkest of Man

Man created fire, light held on a stick.

To fight against the night with darkness so thick.

But beware, as the beauty may burn you.

Its ever so hot compared to its virtue.

The flame holds its beauty, a pearl in the black.

Its turns the darkest of men around in his track.

It keeps the wolves away from the site to which you camp.

It keeps you safe whilst on the ground you nap.

But with one twist a betrayel in your name.

As you get engulfed in that very flame.

It burns you so hard with its beauty so gentle.

It pains you beyond belief, you turn mental.

So dont hold onto the fire so tight.

Let it breath alittle, the darkness it will light.

But keep it steady, dont let it burn so high.

Or else it will help your soul to fly.