in the beginning, we were fire.

we were churned from the furnace of chaos,

causing time and space and matter to expand.

we were ashes, thrust from the explosion

of creation, forced into the cruel void

but we brought warmth.

and dust we are still, encased within

bodies and mortality, a spark of life

but doomed to die, again and again

and dust we all become.

and it will all become one

fire and sky and ashes and stars

clashing together in a battle of death.

 in the end, we all burn.