the clouds that rain darkness,
the flames that burn a wilderness,
reach up to grab the flighted beast,
to join the rest in its roasting feast.
a spark to start a dazzling blaze
gallons to end the immaculate haze.
with ruins in ashes,
its horror still flashes;
with the mesmerizing red, yellow and orange fading;
the sullen sorrow of unmasked darkness begins cascading;
the vain efforts of the yellow cladded firefighters;
undone by the mysterious force of natures calibrators.
a wish from the evacuated that never may such a catastrophe occur,
but only to oblivion their imminent danger with this dictator.
the sea of flames lie low for now,
only to rise soon for the next bright show....
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