[WAR XI] Burst of Soul [Judged]

[Saraibre Ryu]

Burst of Soul

Bear a torch, be guided by light
Burning bright, flames ever so tamed
Wood burns but victim to it, it is not
As oils secrete heat, let its ties explain

Wooden mast in hand, once a tree’s heart
Fed off the four elements, fire was one
Be a sprout, then a giant, now humbled and carved
Yet still retained its kinship with the sun

Time passes, axe crashes, trees cry out
Harrowed and displaced from the vein
Unsure what now the fate of it to be
But a strength linger still, a sparking name

Wrapped in cloth at your head’s end
Scream at pitch while drowned in oil
Many brethren claim your broken heart
You will display that ambition you keep in soul

The earth does not house you with roots deep
A hand instead clamps a grip on your neck
No wind brings you calm or rain again
But the sun still lingers as you take one breath

Ignition unfolds, you release your heart
A blaze, burning bright, no destructive intent
Flames are not the foe of the flora
They are their souls, expressing power, lament

As the torch bleeds out resin, no longer bright
The ash is carried by the wind’s wing
Only to fall and nurture a new capturing might
Perhaps to become another torchlight