It is a fire I crave to see
It is a flame I crave to be
It is wood I crave to burn
It is ash I crave to become
It is the red I wished upon
It is the yellow, the orange
It is the crackling I wished for
It is the heat I want to feel more
It is the sweltering hot
It is the smoking hole of a gunshot
It is the blackening earth
It is the fire that does its worst
I pour the accelerant
The fuel, the propellent
It roars out loudly
So deafening to me
Screaming as it combusts
Intense closeness of its lust
It engulfs the air
Trees fall to its nightmare
Conflagration
A holocaust of blazes
Tearing apart
The entire land
An inferno on the ground
The forest is in flames
Destroyed by a fierce barrage
Eaten, swallowed whole
By a fire I craved to see
By a flame I craved to be
By wood I craved to burn
By ash I craved to become