The Boy Who Played With Matches

There once was a boy with alien bones
That made this world his merry home.
He shared his wisdoms great and small
With all who listened, and few ignored.
As winter winds turned pale and soft
The boy grew restless among the posts.
In mirrors reflecting an innocent face
Sparks of fire felt right out of place,
A boy’s intent of a world — ablaze.

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