The writer looked at the flickering flame,
He thought of the people who had seen it before.
He thought of all the tales told around the fire,
He thought of the warriors sacrificed at the pyre.
The warrior looked at the burning forest.
He knew the flames would slow his enemies.
The flames leaped up high into the night,
It was a monster of flames and hideous sight.
The young woman looked at the bright flame.
Her life was destroyed as the castle was invaded.
She leaped off the turret, to her death in the flame,
She knew her soul would live on, past her mortal name.
The warrior looked at the movements in the flame.
He could see strange beings of metal and gold.
He saw the fall of human civilization in the future.
Likewise, he would return to fight these creatures, he was sure.
The red, blue, yellow and white flames danced,
Like a demon from the depths of darkness and fear.
The future was coming with machines and A.I.,
The warrior would return, from his life in the sky.