You Can Stay And Die

The Customs And Fashions Of Men Change Like Leaves On The Bough, Some Of Which Go And Others Come.

When I Had Journeyed Half Of Our Life's Way, I Found Myself Within A Shadowed Forest, For I Had Lost The Path That Does Not Stray.

In Each Fire There Is A Spirit; Each One Is Wrapped In What Is Burning Him.

Because Your Question Searches For Deep Meaning, I Shall Explain In Simple Words

From A Small Spark, Great Flame Has Risen.