The sky is my ocean,
The wind is the waves.
A sweet-smelling commotion,
Away from Earth's slaves.
The sun in the morn,
The moon in the eve.
Though fire doth scorn,
The water shall ease.
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Fire and Darkness go hand in hand...The fire may seem friendly, luring you into its warm light until you venture close and its fingers grow wicked, dragging you into a hot oblivion, where the darkness is even worse than it was before.