~Starving, Thriving, Flames~

It's basically a poem about Fire and it's power.

Dancing gracefully, swift and dangerous
Orange, Red, Yellow, Maybe blue
Calm and steady, sometimes wild and ferocious
Once out of control, there isn’t much you can do

Inspiring but destructive
Beautiful and bright
Pure but Corruptive

It turns things to ash. By a simple lick
Killer cool, but definitely deadly
Not always started by a simple candle-wick
Growing as it breathes in oxygen, swelling steadily

It explodes sometimes into tiny sparks, or huge engulfing flames
The smoke swirls around you and creeps into your body, suffocating and demanding
Anyone and everyone causes it but most of the time its nature whom everyone blames
Once the wisps of smoke clear, usually nothing but smoldering remains are left standing

Be warned when messing with such a power, nothing compares to deadly fire
Then again other elements have their turns, but fire seems so easily aroused
It holds within a sinister, burning desire
Though with a simple element is can be doused.





 

Author's Note

^_^ Hope you liked it. I had fun writing it. hehe.