Fire's child stands regarding all creation with an artist's brush.

Eats like a glutton, drinks like a lush.

Forsaking every hunger, once it is sampled.

Chasing the edifices of wealth and the ample.

Razing all hypocrisy at any level.

Enrapt in frozen epiphany at the true and pure.

Mournfully turning 'no thing, nice, persists ere long'.

The world; full of things to judge by intellect strong.

Fire's child runs havoc without touching a single thing.