"Everyone is born with a fire.
This fire represents the free will.
This fire represents strenght.
This fire, this fire is flaming hot.

My fire?
My fire's ice cold.
My fire represents the cold stare I now bare.
My fire represents what it's like to be crushed by the ones you love the most.
My fire is burnt out.

Nothing but a weak stream of read smoke, leaking from my eye...

The fire of the lion is no more."

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Soooo I drew/wrote vent art! I wrote the poem a few hours after i made the picture. I used charcoal, a blending stump, and a red colored pencil. First time using charcoal... It's hella messy. This is a really popular pic among my classmates too. Done on a 7X5in sketch paper. Time taken- 30 mins.

Art by rashinba