Tend The Flame

Is there any purer hunger?
This clean destroyer, this
holy ravager;
what else is bold,
what else is brave,
what else slides the darkness around its tongues and
eats even the night?
Is there any clearer magic
than combustion, and music, and
the laying of logs in pyres and altars,
in celestial sigils and teepees, all
intended to summon forth this
destroying angel,
this hungering light.

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