Could you be a star, burning out and falling into the earth’s atmosphere? Leaving a trail of glory behind, arriving bruised and wrought with despair, never to roam space the same way again.
No, I will not believe this of you. A fire you are, but no dying fire.
You are not a candle of limited wax.
You are no fire to be put out by firefighters.
No, I believe that this is what you are — set aflame relentlessly, no threat or shame will contain you for always.
Let fire fall.