Give Me a Flame

The flame started small, just a tiny little glimpse and meaningless in the eyes of all those who speak. But the flame grew into that of a candle, tall and elegant in a strange sort of way. It grew braver and kinder shining light on those who needed it. But the flame wasn’t done. So it grew into something bigger, not a fire, but a large flame at least. It licked at the world threatening to grow in its glory, and yearned for more food. The flame grew out of control and into a monster of heat and glory. It was tall and brave and nothing could overtake it. It was fearless and gorgeous in a terrible sort of way. They say it only takes a spark to start a fire. Please, just give me a spark.

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