An Age of Fire

With one small spark, the fire awoke,

It crackled and spat on the ground.

To the east, the sun, it was rising,

The world, it knew again sound.

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The sound of the beasts, and the sound of the birds,

But sound matters not much as sight.

For the fire at last had returned to the world,

And with it, the coming of light.

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The fire, it grew like a blaze,

It spread over land like a snake.

No dragons or gods to keep it in check,

Towards it, nothing was irate.

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So the fire it crackled, the fire it leapt,

And with the light, in time came life.

Some beings different, while others the same,

The world's cycle had ended long night.

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Beings so vibrant, burned bright their souls,

Beings who would not fear dark.

Beings who witnessed rebirth of the world,

Revived were the torn lands once so stark.

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In time they would know of the ages long past,

When fire had crackled so dim.

But this was their world, their future so wide,

No sight of boundaries or a rim.

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Fire was theirs, fire the future,

Through fire, the world was remade.

Through fire was power, through fire was hope,

Through fire, a future was paved.