In the quiet hush of the moon’s soft glean,
A spark awakens from a dream,
A whisper of flame in the night’s embrace,
A harbinger of beauty and disgrace.
With an innocent flicker, it begins to play,
Dancing freely, in a dangerous way
But soon its dance grows wild and bold
As it devours all it can hold.
From tinder dry to a towering height
It feeds its hunger with delight,
Consuming homes, and dreams, and floor,
Leaving behind only ash and no more
Yet in that spark, a tale is spun,
Of how a single moment begun,
Unleashing destruction far and wide,
And leaving a scar where there was once pride.
Oh, tiny spark, so easily seen,
Your path is one of with a fiery sheen
A cautionary tale for all to see,
Of how destruction can begin with me.
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