Mankind did not create fire.
Fire is force we will never tame.
It feeds itself habitually,
burning like incarnadine pain.

Swallowing forests with saffron elegance,
flashing with true illusion,
destroying gorgeously as it fools us with compulsion,
drawing in all, we drew a conclusion.

Hiding the cries with crackles,
hiding the decomposition with scents of ash,
dancing to hide the destruction,
hiding the cruelty with comforting warmth.

Fire is a woman we keep locked away-
imprisoned, but far from enslaved.
Her alluring palms reach through the cage,
causing fires in forests to bloom.
We use her when we need...

But she's furious she cannot be free
Enraged, she tarnishes all.
© angel_ap