a monster born of fire
it's not a choice one makes
something rising deep below
of scalding, fiery heat
oozes down the monster 
pollutes the air around
and makes a great destruction 
that spares no village & spares no town
cries of anguish fill the air
still it oozes without a care
burning all within its path
but this is not an act of wrath
testify, protest yes you may
but those who live to see the day
praise the beast for its existence
sans the fear of co existence
cause those can work play and fight
can make it through the ashy night