User blog comment:Detective Kain/Winter Poetry Contest/@comment-10544474-20131218034352

The Birth and Death of Fire

Relieved of his duties at frost's end,

He continued to strive.

Even so, he couldn't live,

Not without a flame at his side.

Blizzards roared every night,

And no fire burned.

Eve, the creator of man,

And the day before the frost's peak.

Kiln of the last flame,

It would die carrying this burden.

Attuned to his destiny,

He waited for the blizzard's eye to appear, to kill,

However, she was there,

Keeping the heart of the kiln alive.

Life was kept alive by a spark,

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in">Yet at what cost?

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in">Eve was the dawn of his pain,

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in">Yet she gave him happiness.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in">Eve saved him from the frost,

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in">Her Adam kept her from sorrow.