"Rest is for the weak,

Regret is for the wicked,

Listen to your desire,

Rage like burning fire.

Feel your heart within,

All your vengeful spirits,

Make the flames rise higher,

My song is full of fire.

Treasures and gold you seek,

But fire is what we will give,

Burning heart that's bleeding,

My soul and mind can see it.

All the seas I've been,

Lords of empires and kings,

Throw them all away,

Burn and growl and say.

Feed the fire before it extinguishes,

Heal the sick and forgive the wicked,

You aren't Chosen and you see this,

Be the Power that give not seek it."

- Fallen Chosen, the Power.

Note: The Power is a poem written in an ancient language, scholars have not managed to find the original source yet, the only thing they know for sure is that it was not from the Fire elemental plane.

Comment: Medium flame at best.