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Human and Fire


She was too young and dumb to know 

that only she stays when great fires come play.

Outside she went into the great red pit and there she saw,

a great black pitch. As no light came in, he cried for her,

my darling don't go and leave me behind, for I am too

scared to see you turn into air.

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