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Looking out over the misty abyss An endless drop below A seeming deadly danger Is not just a show. For if we fall we will not fly But slip into an eternal lie And stay there for the extent of time Until the day comes to die.

Fire, ash smoke. That is what I see, that is what I smell, that is what burns. The fire creeps over the logs, burning them to create a haze before my eyes The cracking of the fire is a lullaby to me and begins to hypnotize Roaring flames spread to conquer anything in its path as the reflection of fire on many sizzling coals creates a seemingly rippling motion Fire is powerful Fire is beautiful Fire is destructive Fire is hypnotic Fire is many things But fire is dimming