Flame

First, came the dark skies and
The blood-red sun, hanging like a deathly omen
Above a breathless land.
And the rush of hot wind,
Carrying the skeletons of charred leaves;
The remnants of life,
Green turned to black by the crimson flame.
The beasts and the birds fled
But wise man saw what he had created
And imagined still that he was its master.
The blaze, when it came, was swift and sudden.
The fire was a beast,
Devouring everything in its path
And finally, here was one beast man
Could
Not
Tame.
Like the hounds of proud Actaeon
It turned on us, great as it had become
And we became the prey.