By the fire she sits
By the fire she stares
Life, she sets hers on fire
A remembrance, ancient, deep, calling to her heart
When one becomes two as her sight blurs in front of the flame
Reality is shifting right before her eyes
For a moment she steps into death; the light is calling her
The flame bright and inviting
There is nothing to be afraid of
What are you telling me fire?
Fire spirit I see you
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