Fires will rage and burn more then they should,
While wounds from the past bring even more blood.
The petal will fall, ripped through and worn,
So beware of the bird that flies in the storm.
Darkness creeps up but brings help, not demise,
The last piece of anger escapes all the lies.

Spark stared at his father. "Why...why me?"

You are the healer. You will bring peace to all. And remember, when the end comes, you have the chance to win.