The flame is speaking
Steadily it hums
As it gently flickers
It sings its song
I will devour
All that you own
Right now I am small
But soon I will grow
I will feast on your dreams
Consume your talents
I will burn your eloquence
And condemn you to silence
But when the fire
Finally went cold
All that it had done
Was purify my gold
Flame


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