Your Majesty

Majestic, but just from a distance

apoplectic, but just from indifference

 

constructed, of pinprick pride

conflicted, of seasick tide

 

maniacal, not whole but in part

mechanical, but just in the heart

 

framed, colours shrieking with vibrancy

famed, pictures sinking despite buoyancy

 

mighty, with a toll on the centre

brightly, not as much as the mentor

 

protracted, a battle for the denizens

contracted, space for the inhabitants

 

bafflement, at the height of a hover

malnourishment, to the needs of a lover

 

pardoned, with nary a trial

convicted, of lighting the pyre

 

majestic, but just from a distance

lethal, but just to existence

The Great Fire

The Great Fire came to a man in the most fortuitous of circumstances. Running from a gigantic predator, the man tripped on the ground and tumbled into a cave. Darkness ruled the night, except for a light near the end of the cave. The man was intrigued. He walked closer to the light and noticed it was moving. It was bright, it was hot, and it had no fixed form. He was mesmerized by the treasure before him. It had an energy, a force, a story. It was The Great Fire. Feeling like the luckiest being on earth, he had delusions of grandeur and took The Great Fire from its home. Little did he know the huge creature he’d just escaped from had been been watching as he took the element. When he exited the cave, the creature pounced, took hold of the man, and demanded the fire. The man refused, but was physically overmatched. He was dragooned by the dragon to give up the fire. With no other option before him, he relented. The dragon was mystified once it possessed the fire. Its eyes glimmered, its insides lit up. It cackled as it dropped the man onto the ground. The man watched as the dragon flew away, breathing the newfound element through its nose, illuminating the night sky with a streaking, red-orange hue. The man had a taste of power and vowed on his life to get it back. The Great Fire.