Fire-Bender
Scarlet flames of fire
dance across my fingers.
The light cannot harm me,
for I am its master.
Fire bends to my will,
and dies at my command.
The dark can't consume me,
for I have its weakness.
The fire burns brightly,
and chases the shadows.
I have no fear of night,
for I can bend the light.
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