Scarlet flames of fire

dance across my fingers.

The light cannot harm me, 

for I am its master.


Fire bends to my will, 

and dies at my command.

The dark can't consume me,

for I have its weakness.


The fire burns brightly,

and chases the shadows.

I have no fear of night,

for I can bend the light.

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