A/N: This was a poem I had to write for school. Our English teacher at the time said it had to be on an element or emotion, and we had some to choose from and a structure to follow. Most people chose fire. I wasn't following the crowd though; I already had the first line in my head, and I didn't want to let it go. Everyone told me it was really good, but I want to know what you guys think. So read and review please!
Fire
I burnt the hand that touched me
and left it red and raw,
I am the spark of defiance that flashes in your eyes
when times are hard,
I reduced a city to blackened ashes
during a tantrum,
I singed the living room curtain
when it came too close,
I smouldered in the grate, brooding silently,
I licked at the tree with ferocious greed,
I danced over the land with pure joy,
I sprinted over the dry plain, desperate and needy,
I slowed to a walk, the urgency gone,
I flickered happily, calm and drowsy,
And with a sigh I took one last look at the world,
And died.