WILD FIRE

A campfire at night I let smolder
and finally lay down my head.
The ring could not hold her
the beast lives, she is not dead.

A spark landed in the short grass
she crept with the stealth of a soldier
slowly until she reached the forest at last
after she reached the trees nothing could hold her.

The beast reigns, and on the forest she feeds
The Creatures of the forest flee, from the common foe.
She leaps to the tree tops to fill her needs
before her, her soldiers of flame and smoke did go.

Then at last, up against a sheer cliff she came
In anger her flames licked useless against the stone
there finally on the ridge, she ended she vicious reign
Here the beast was to die, in smoking anger all alone.

I awoke in a sweat, this time it was a dream.
Why I was so careless, I can not understand.
I then drowned the fire until there was no steam
after all the care of the forest was given to man.

Now every time I go to build a fire
I die with fright and shake inside
as I think of that beast evil desire
and the night I dreamed the forest had died.

---RJ