A fire is known to afflict and to kill,
It brings as well the morose of fear.
I know not when to be burnt when near.
Agony and terror is what I feel,
When fires of woe enforces me to kneel.
And summon this merciful, benign fire,
that burns hot but hurts not, really exists.
Once known to make infernal lives cease;
now innocuous, serene, calm as lyre;
easy to desist, bury it with mire.
How then the mere fire emulate terror?
It has one cause – it is the human error.
How made the man believe his illusions?
Fire that once woke him from his delusions;
this benign fire from his fabrications.