Fire swallows and consumes
everything in her grasp.
Fickle in her choices,
you never know what will last.
Her crackaling cackle,
is a sign of death to come.
For no one can outrun
the burning beast that humans sprung.
She tortures and she terrifies,
she devours or dismisses.
Her wrath may go for hours
or she may give you joyful kisses.
She gives us light, she brings us death,
her moods change by the season,
and Lord alone knows
if her moods have any reason.
