I can sense the embers— raging
I can feel the other's whole— crumbling
The words, the fire-blazed words scorched me,
Leaving my host— harmed.

The partial yet aggravating flame—
Will soon be vanished
As long as the reaper will not ravish me,
Taking me in for a dreadful loop.

The fire that burns the peaceful, green woods,
Must be extinguished with the cold night
The stars will soon appear,
And make the fire soon be dead.

And relinquish the heat of the other's whole,
For the majority wants what's good for the woods
However, the ashes will still be there—
Dark and scattered, though no one would care.