The acrid scent of smoke invades, a harbinger of fiery blades.
It fills my nose, a pungent cloud, as flames before me dance, unbowed.
Orange tongues lick hungrily at air, consuming all without a care.
The heat caresses my flushed face, as I stand transfixed in this place.
Crackling wood and hissing sparks create a symphony of dark.
The flames hypnotize, they entrance, in their destructive, primal dance.
What burns? A home, a forest, a heart?
The fire cares not as it tears apart.
I watch it grow, I watch it spread, mesmerized by glowing red.
The smoke stings eyes that cannot look away, from this display of nature's fray.
In fire's reflection I see clear, the power to destroy and sear.
Yet in these flames, there's beauty too, a fierce reminder, wild and true, of life's intensity, its fleeting grace, as I stand before the fire's face.
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