When dies the fire,
it should not be allowed
to dwindle into embers,
each fighting for its last breath,
for in this is sorrow,
the anguish of light and life
allowed to linger in pain,
and with it passion dies;
with mighty roar and
great flare should the fire
be allowed to die,
meeting its end as a warrior,
not as the poet who withers.

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