A single light sparks off into the blackness.
At first lost among the gloom,
I take a breath,
And the sparks grow taller.
One by one,
They slither over the coals,
Their cold skin igniting into a blaze.
I snap my fingers,
And the flames dance,
Their colors illuminating the forest.
Blues, oranges, and yellows
Make the shadows envious.
So they too join in their waltz.
YOU ARE READING
Pyro
Teen FictionKind of a fun little poem i wrote last year of some person alone in a forest. Playing with fire....
