I am the flames in the fire pit

Which take the tooth tossed by a child

"Bring me a bone tooth" she begs

As I snatch and swallow it safely.

No witches will find it within.


I am the flames in the furnace

Woken and warned by the smith

Who bids me behave, breath gently

Says that smiths silenced me once.

Gold he holds glints and I grin.


I am the flames of the torches

That blaze out the battle's grim light

I run through the wreckage and ruins

Unleashed now to eat as I will.

Cold death counts me as kin.


I am the fire 'neath the surface

Who ruptures the rocks as I writhe

The bound one, broken but waiting

Earth-fire, freed ere the end.

Sparks sunder Midgard, it sinks.