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I am the flames in the fire pit
Which take the tooth tossed by a child
"Bring me a bone tooth" she begs
As I snatch and swallow it safely.
No witches will find it within.
I am the flames in the furnace
Woken and warned by the smith
Who bids me behave, breath gently
Says that smiths silenced me once.
Gold he holds glints and I grin.
I am the flames of the torches
That blaze out the battle's grim light
I run through the wreckage and ruins
Unleashed now to eat as I will.
Cold death counts me as kin.
I am the fire 'neath the surface
Who ruptures the rocks as I writhe
The bound one, broken but waiting
Earth-fire, freed ere the end.
Sparks sunder Midgard, it sinks.