There once was a maiden
Who burned so wonderfully, yet feared the flame.
So she offered her treasures as tinder, hoping to appease it.
But the flame only grew hungrier.
So she offered her kith as kindling, hoping to appease it.
But the flame only grew hungrier.
So she offered her family as fuel, hoping to appease it.
But the flame devoured the maiden.
"Nothing can escape their purpose," said her ashes.