Daytime it rained fire
Flames from the skies
The winds fan fare
Cooled down the nares
Somewhat . No ice either.
At night , the troubled heart
Of the earth , searing heat
Glowering , glowed red hot
Bosom on fire, hairs singed
Crackles of flame
Tongues of fame
Licked the skies dark black
Here, taste it right back
Your raging fire burns
In my own bones
Earth crackles , churns
Heartless cackles
Barks fly , spitting cinders
Splitting timbers
Sending shivers
Mayhem , crazy , no binders
By morning , the hearth
Has cooled ,
Wounds healed
Nourishment cooked
What tumultuous waste , Ash , debris
What fantastic foliage , birds , hubris
Sun shines brightly on the same land
And earth, black ,smiles sleepy lidded
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