In shadows deep where quiet whispers dwell,
The water flows with secrets of the past,
A mirror holds the tales that none can tell,
Yet in its depths, our fragile fates are cast.

As flames arise in fervent, wild embrace,
They devour dreams, turn laughter into ash,
While water cools the heat of lost disgrace,
In turbulent streams, our sorrows clash.

Two forces clash, each seeking to reclaim,
The balance tipped, yet intertwined they thrive;
For life, it seems, is rooted in their game,
Destruction births anew, the heart alive.

So tread the line where water meets the flame,
In every drop, a story, wild and tame.