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A spark,

Light cutting through the darkness,

The dense fog my life has become.

I light the fuse.



Fire,

Burning hot flame,

Moving,

Coming to claim what I owe him.

I owe him for starting this spark,

For first striking that cursed match;

I created him.



He continues

Slowly.

Methodically,

Irreversibly,

Coming to finish what I started,

What I started in desperation,

In my own ignorance,

My foolishness.



I am no longer in control.

He holds my destiny.

He controls my fate

So I wait.

That is all that I can do.



I watch him.

On the fuse, Fire watches me back

Intently,

Knowingly,

Amusedly.

Laughing at my futility,

My helplessness,

He mocks me.



I dare not defy him.

I cannot stand up to him now.

He seems unstoppable,

Towering above me,

And unassailable giant

Grinning behind a cloak of dark, swirling smoke.



So I wait.

When he arrives, it will all be done,

Finished.

My tired mind will explode with the blast of his fury,

My broken life finally blown apart by the force of it,

All of it unleashed upon me.



Time stretches on

As a desert,

Expanding,

Reaching out far into the horizon,

Further than my eyes can see,

Further than my hands can reach.

My inexperienced eyes,

My small hands,

Like a child's.



He toys with me.

Playing with my  mind,

He continually creeps forward,

Devouring everything he touches

Trying to get at me,

Turning his path into so many ashes

Blown away by the wind

In this wasteland of time that I now reside.



He comes to consume me, too.

To add me to his infinite list of names,

The names of others,

Others who have fallen before me.



Others who also faced Fire's unbearable fury,

His oppressing heat.

It suffocated them,

Burned them down into forgotten dust

Swept into the corner so long ago.

How can I let this happen?



The wheels of life keep turning, though,

Spinning like a fugitive top,

Blurring the world and mixing its colors.

She has been spinning forever,

Unchecked,

Unfettered,

Wildly knocking down everyone in her way.

That is the way it has always been.



And who said life is doomed to repeat the past?

Surely something can be done.

Something must be done!

I must do something!

But what?



I am alone.

Alone,



I am helpless against him.

I am the prisoner of Fire.

Time is his gatekeeper

Who smirks at me from behind false eyes.



Cruelly he taunts me.

Laughing,

He dangles his keys right in front of me,

Just out of my reach,

The reach of my tiny hands.

And so I can only wait

And watch.



Time passes by,

His footsteps echoing

Down the dark corridor that is my mind,

Like faint whispers of the dead

Pleading for redemption;

Like the final blows to my fragile heart

As he locks the door and leaves me to my thoughts



But Fire moves closer still,

Closer to me,

Closer to my ultimate demise.

A bead of sweat drips from my chin

As I suffer under his searing gaze,

Burning and consuming me.

Maybe...



No,

It is not sweat.

It is a lonely tear.

A tear meant to cool Fire's temper,

To quench his thirst for destruction.

It is a tear of regret,

A tear of rebirth,

Hope combined with salvation.



He tells me,

Whispering spitefully into my ear,

"It is too late."

Is it?

I wonder...



As I weep.

I cry a tear for those who have gone before me,

For those I have hurt,

And for those I could not help,

For the strength to overcome this,

My greatest foe.



And as I rid myself of these burdens,

The truth seeps into me.

I am filled with a new light,

A light that is separate from Fire,

A light with its own energy and strength,

A strength Fire cannot understand.

He cannot see it to harm it.

He cannot touch it with his twisted hands.



His lies flee from the light,

The hallucinations fade,

The last lingering shadows of doubt make their hasty retreat.

Reality lets himself through the door,

My world is returned its perspective.



I now know what I must do.

I shed one last tear,

This one, a prayer of thanks:

Thank you for not abandoning me,

Than you for giving me my new inspiration.



So, as I wait for my chance to redeem myself of my sins,

My new found friend

Who sacrificed so much for me,

Undeserving that I am,

Not thinking of his own pain, but of ours;

He holds my hand warmly in his

And he waits with me.



I am not alone.

I will never be alone

Now.