seven matchsticks and the wind
a place under the sun
endangered by the other's existence
trying to stick close
to member's of one's kin
a matchstick sang out aloud
'' strike us and feel the power
its time you learn to play with fire''
the gust of the wind, looming large
laughed out a hollow one
'' i give birth to thee, letting you light
but today beware, for i want to fight''
with that off flew the feeble matchstick
wind blowing down upon its spine
emerald eyes scanning the dim light
spent the night engulfed in chill
for the wind stood true with all its might
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