I like fire.
The way it can burn down a village,
With a single spark.
The way it licks it's victums,
Devouring ever so quickly
Till all that's left is ash and dust.
I like the way it has no mercy.
It gives no second chance.
It blazes beautifully, in vibrant orange,
Unleashing angry red and shocking blue.
I like the way it can't be tamed.
You can't stuff it in a jar or
Shove it in a box. It eats it all up,
It creeping through your memories
And prized possessions, not even with
A second thought it makes a lunge for you
It simmers the skin of the slow.
I like the way it's respected.
You don't fuck around with it
Or you'll get burned.