Samphire

We Burn our bridges when we come to them, leaving nothing but the memory of the smell of smoke, and the thought that our eye's once watered...

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.