He came into this world like a ball of fire,
And burned everything in sight,
Scorching the minds of everyone,
Lighting the darkness that is the night,
Mind sharp as a flame,
Eyes cold as ice,
Memories that haunt him in the back of his head,
Screaming like mice,
A wandering soul, flailing about,
Drifting along, a loner, a drifter,
Like the dancing flame, but will never burn out.
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