The first talent learned

The last to leave

Creation and destruction

In one magical breath

We hold fire

In our hands

Feel it cresting

Within our spirits

Ready to crash

Like a wave

Upon a hostile shore

Reshaping the world

Patient

Inexorable

Advancing

Our hunger matches

The flames

As we become fire

Birthing it

Giving rise

To the life it holds

Deep inside – Caroline A. Slee