So my friend said let's post a self written poem here which is not connected to any fanfiction. He is trying to get me in trouble, i think but hey, who does not like a risk in life.
The symbol of fierceness and spirit
Fire, taking an impure thing and purifying it
When it's touched it is deadly
Yet it still wants someone's touch desperately
Under the cloak of wind, it gets bigger
The ancient enemy, water, becomes it's destroyer
Purification is one of its characteristics
Yet it's always feared and handled by sticks
Like all the mysteries of the world
It is misunderstood, just because it burned
Yet it ignores the fear and hate of people
And still gives its warmth to cold cripple
People take oath of this fierce element
And some people leave this world on its bed
It destroys and protects everyone
Unlike any other element