Poetry/Practice/Feuer

A man, shaking softly, chanced upon embers.
Shivering, haltingly, rifled the corpse.
He found it with breath, garnered its Spark
from which he raised Fire. Raised Life.

He carried it with him, shy from the rain
And in shelter of wind, breathed for its life
He scavenged its tinder, foraged its food...
And basked in the heat of its warmth and its light.

But in his time with the Fire... He'd lost his good fear, let it grow into maelstrom for beauty within.
And in his time with the Fire... He'd forgotten his burns, drawn closer... closer...

He was Consumed