Fire has passion… as its nature, and its name.
Fire longs to keep burning,
Dancing as a flame,
Turning phoenix like, in ether,
As a fueled by a methane flare,
Upon fracked earth,
Within poisoned air,
Even as a duel,
In the midst of mist,
And the falling rain
On a western plain.
Where once a shallow sea,
Deposited dying life as fossil carbons,
The ancient bones of life.
Now source of energy,
And strife.
Anger arises,
Our livers and home land heat.
How even to cook, and eat?
Who shall we blame,
In this political game?

HBO Now, dragons, fire and ice be gone.

And an iron throne.