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 Pyromancy

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and is my intellectual property.  This is purely a work of fiction and
fantasy and not based on any truthful events.  No individuals were harmed
as none of the individuals in these stories exist.  This story is not to be
redistributed under any circumstances without my express written
permission. ***

   My love is a fire.  I am a beacon of light in the darkness.  A flicker
of safety and shelter.  A torch that lights the hidden paths of despair and
madness and ugly things we do not want to face alone.  My glow chases away
the demons and predators and things that go bump in the night.  I am
warmth. Sustaining.  Comforting.  Chasing the cold of the world from weary
bones.  I am the answer to an empty and frigid existence, the cold and dark
of an uncaring world.  But, like all fire, I burn.  I am pain and I am
suffering.  I consume.  Give me a chance, just once chance, and I will
enfold you, surround you, smother you in light and warmth and flickering
life.  I will make your skin go tight and tingle, crackle and go up like so
much delicate parchment.  Your insides will quiver, and melt for the heat
that is, unmistakably, me.  My touch is the all powerful touch of the sun.
My heat will pervade you.  And then it will turn you to ash, to blow away
on the uncaring wind, until the fire finds you once more.  Consumption, and
comfort.  Which will I be today?  I need but a spark.  And you will know.
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