The inferno pules in its ash,
Woeful wood crackling under,
It tholes, with its teeth gnash,
I watch it sear, to dint a gash.
She bawls brusquely for a mend,
Her parched skin strips away,
Waiting for her misery to end,
Lost place in society, she contends.
Forlorn she lies shunned,
From mighty ashes, she rises,
Once beautiful and rotund,
Her new power, leaves all stunned.