Ablaze, the midnight sky has turned.

People scatter, and some are burned.

The fire devours the ground and the trees,

Ignoring all life, and their desperate pleas.

The mighty water arises to save,

Yet the fire continues; more woodland it craves.

The undaunted inferno continues on,

Everything in its path has already withdrawn.

The blissful blaze, in its certainty

Leaves a scar of existence in a path of debris.