Within the inferno's realm, no fortress stands,
Edges elude containment, defy mortal hands.

In perpetual metamorphosis, the flame's design,
A dance of change, a constant burn in kind.

Safety finds its haven in the stoic embrace,
Stone-formed bulwark against the fervent chase.

Alternatively, in cautious steps and measured stance,
Distance becomes the guardian, the shield in advance.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Miraman, in the year 930 AF.