Pyrophobia
I see the candles on the cake,
All lit up for me.
This ritual called a birthday,
And from it I turn to flee.
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I cannot go through this again,
I cannot face the fire.
Always the embers in me stir,
But on this birthday, far more dire.
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I don't desire this burden,
To guard the Emeralds Sol.
Don't desire 'gift' of fire,
This inferno in my soul.
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By my retainers soon return me,
To the cake I'm forced to go.
The fire, I hear its laughter,
And gingerly, I blow.
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A formality, it's over,
Older by one more year.
Closer to being a guardian,
A looming fate I fear.
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This world is growing dangerous,
Eggman Nega's threat is dire.
I'll be expected to confront him,
Expected to use fire.
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The years go on, the candles grow,
But the laughter's long since died.
This is a guardian's burden,
Told to take it in my stride.
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My speed and strength have both increased,
And fire mastery, so I'm told.
My fire, cursed companion,
While within my soul grows cold.