Sleeping Devil

Sat, 01/04/2014 - 21:37 -- Kaelyn

A fire,
   brightly, beautifully, shining in the dark,
   lighting up the empty night sky.

The fire,
   a gently wavering flicker,
   warming up the air.

The fire,
   building, crackling
   soaring up to the stars.

Burning, gripping, destroying

The heat washes over
The flames rise high, high to the night sky
And the wood burns, happily, hysterically
Obliterating everything in sight

This fire,
   once a gentle light
   now a devouring monster.

Eating, killing, full of joy.

A sleepy puppy
   turned bloodthirst  devil.

Taking, hording,
   then never seen again.

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