Waving in the wind
It's red hot hands.
As it spreads
Destroying everything in its way
Nothing can escape
The burning grip it has
Taking everything it touches
To the grave.
Red it shines
Sometimes orange
Sometimes blue
The water hiss when it comes
Turning to a steamy fog
Trying to escape
As the destruction comes closer
A destroyer that was once
Warm and friendly
NOW
A monstrous and deadly heat
For it is a roaring fire
That burns the forest tonight.
YOU ARE READING
From Shadows into Light
PoetryPoetry that came from the darkness that is now being brought to light. Feel free to comment for I would love to have some feedback on what I have writen (good or bad). Also which poem was your favorite.
