If desires are a flame, then I am a wildfire.

I will burn this hopeless forest to the ground

And rebuild it as something new.

If the ranger has me,

I will rid him of his power

And take it as my own.

I will grasp each and every one of these wild animals

In my wild fist

Unti they bow their sylvan heads to me.

I will stop at nothing to spread without being extinguished.

I will stop at nothing to keep those pesky firefighters where they belong.

I will sing the praises of those who adore me,

And I will drink the tears of those who fear me.

The feeling of being the one in charge

Fuels me,

And it tastes like the sweetest nectar.

You cry,

_“Why are you like this!?”_

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Asking God what you did to deserve this horrible tragedy,

This wildfire,

And he will not reply.

Instead, I will,

And I will burn your villiage to the ground

For saying such horrible things.

For every bucket of water you throw at me,

I will send five times as many flames.

Why would you treat me in such ways

When I do such great things for you?

Suddenly, I dwindle down.

I find myself slipping away,

Losing my grip on the forest I tried so hard to preserve,

And suddenly I am lost to the wind.

You cheer and party through the night,

Glad to be rid of me.

But you’re not.

I’m still there,

Bitter as my still-standing regime.

I’m still there,

Sure as the economic toil that surely had nothing to do with me.

I’m still there,

And I may be floating away like the ashes of the trees I murdered so shamelessly,

But I’m still there

In my legacy,

Whether you like me or not.