Through the dark comes spark
Struck by emotions, coming to surface
Purposely purported 2b enlightening
Sparks lit as a formal clap back by spirit
Foreside assaults exhibited precursors sworn on
Warnings in whispers, before being lit up
Eyes ablaze as shrieks are made by warriors
Full of rage, they grow and envelope the day
Leaving many damaged and dazed in its wake
Incendiary license to ill and smother uncaring heirs
Some just stare in amaze, yet their eyes are trained
Who is this rightful master of warmth, overheated to singe
It all depends on whose path you put your fate in….
So keep on blowing smoke, and you will soon feel the fire!