Some death poems from Zen tradition mention 'water from fire'.

  Three and seventy years
  I've drawn pure water from the fire--
  Now I become a tiny bug
  With a touch of my body
  I shatter all worlds

By Ingo, died 1281

  A drop of water freezes instantly--
  My seven years and seventy.
  All changes at a blow
  Springs of water welling from fire

By Kaso Sodon, died 1428.

From "Japanese Death Poems" by Yoel Hoffman. I recommend this book as a good memento mori.