What the Fire Said
You won’t need those keys any longer.
The view is less spectacular now.
I can eat nearly anything.
Watch how I bend these beams.
I don’t want that house; I’ll take these.
I ride with the wind—no, I create the wind.
I run faster through steep valleys where your trucks cannot go.
I skip over tall mountains like running the pews.
I can reach much farther than you.
I can take what is precious to you—and you will never get it back.
I can leave you as quickly as I came, with ash as my footprints.
You will leave this area.
I can extend myself in unfathomable ways—up, down, under, over and through.
I am capricious, rapacious and altogether consuming.
I will not be stopped—unless I am starved, drowned or buried.
I am fire and you will listen when I roar!
Copyright M.R. Hyde 2012