match wits

[sral]

I’m the spark that you needed. The light through the dark of an evening
The warm calm that proceeded the storm. The guardian beacon
mark of a genius. Primitive man took me into his hands
and I delivered advancements beyond anything he imagined.
I turn cinder to ash as a wholly destructive force,
my growing compulsion scorches earth until the moment there’s nothing more
below me but soot and torched remains. I dance til I’m out of breath.
The flames of passion aroused in bed. The lit match to your powder keg.
I’m the candle you count your blessings on, and always on smoke
The passing of the torch you’ve been holding. The light your favourite authors had wrote to.
I’m a force to behold, illuminating all in my path,
A torch through the blackness. The pyromaniacs source of their madness.
I’m much more than a matchstick. I embody chaos theory.
The safety’s clearly off and you’ll get burned just playing near me.