My Wildfire

Sinuous the smoke that rises from the black tranquility of the night.
The dark hues of the forest are lit up by a mischievous flicker of fire.
As the wind starts to whisper the flicker turns to flame.
Creatures on the forest floor flee to the edge of their home and the slow ones perish.
The unbearable thick heat endures through the land, stripping away the bark layers of the trees leaving them naked but with a story to be told.
What was once a three dimensional wonderland is now a nightmare.
Soon awaits a befouling, tainting, scorching crisis that can't be contained.
An orange dystopian world with bloodstained skies and an apocalyptic moon.
Flames tower high, bright and brave, a colour just as beautiful, as it is frightening.
It leaves behind nothing but a charcoal trail of destruction, and withered trees of yesteryear already long forgotten.
Eerie silence fills the glowing forest, with all forms of life vanished.