Fire

Staring into its infinite rage,
It whips autonomously, uncaged,
It seem it was conjured by a sage,
It Burns continuously until it lives its age.

Then the light catches a breeze.
Its resilience reforms it the ease.
This force has brought armies to their knees.
Its dominance is only countered by the seas.

This flame shall burn on
Until a face of its tetrahedron is gone
With a simple slip, it generates a spawn
Its destruction rewrites what has been drawn

Search briefly and you will find
That its beauty and ferocity are intertwined
The scratches on the surface are its sign
Handle it with care and you won't mind

Like the calm before the storm
The path of fire sings its swan song before it is reborn
Before the pages of history are torn
Calamity must make first, make this world forlorn.