Fire
Author's Note: This came to me after watching Dean burn bones again! Anyway nobody and nothing is mine and I'm just playing. Hope you like the poem. Constructive reviews would be great.
Fire
Burning,
Flames licking,
Creeping outward,
Hungrily seeking to consume.
Starving, soul-less,
Fever-bright hunt.
Haphazard, hypnotic dance,
Weaving, intertwined flames.
Licking,
Lapping,
Devouring.
He stands mesmerized
Before it,
Bends and feed it more.
Flames snap like jaws
Round new sustenance.
He watches, entranced
By the sight, smell, feel, taste, sound.
Fire.
Orange, yellow, blue
Smoke dried air, pungent,
Heat bathing skin,
Rasping breath drawing in the distinct taste,
Crackle, hiss, roar.
He listens to the sound of the flames encroaching
Consuming more of their surroundings,
Edging towards,
Wary,
Waiting.
Mindless attacker,
Soul stealer,
Heartless murderer
The flames abate
Hunger never satiated,
But rations exhausted.
He waits and watches,
Still.
Colours dim,
Smoke dissipates,
Heat withdrawn
Flavours dull
Silence
Grey ashes remain
A burnt out shell
A husk.
He turns and leaves
Quiet now.
