the fire that divides

WHACK. A lightning bolt zaps a nearby tree.
Leaving it torn down, withering and helpless.
As the flame licks its lips and the hunger grows intense,
The fire consumes the tree before it, creating authority in the darkened night.
Being the guiding light for the mistaken and the
heat for those who should be burned.
But power doesn't stop at one log, it longs for more.
The next blade of grass, an appetizer
The next field, the first dish,
for the hunger of dominance is insatiable
and the thirst for flames is unmistakeable.
Like smoke from a nearby fire, she feel it come for her.
She's just another course to add to quench the thirst
of consuming life and creating power.
The ash in the air above her, brings her to her knees
crawling as she looks for freedom
Looking for a way to stop the madness.
But the fire has surrounded her, the land was torn apart
The battle in front of her is insurmountable
As the darkness is consumed by the light
Which way is right? Light or dark?
Evil or good? Life or power?
The answer lies in those that care for neither
and instead crave something as subtle as
freedom and air.