Embers flicker and glow,

taking things nice and slow,

breaking out of it’s cold prison,

a remnant of unwanted ignition.

 

Breathing in the outside air,

licks of flame reach and dare,

slightly heated in their struggle,

as the arsonist starts to giggle.

 

No longer easily contained,

angry torrents flutter in orange,

roaring for attention enraged,

burning all within and on the fringe.

 

Turning everything to ash,

this inferno is nothing but brash,

stuck in this endless conflagration,

losing control of an unfortunate situation.

 

Desolation as far as the eye can see,

burned all the bridges of this ashen sea,

no more indecisive turning back,

everything has been turned to black.