The fire of death

Furious fire, black bones, they burnt our city and all our homes. 
Leaves are ash, trees are dust flames are laughing. 
Fire is the beast that ate it all. 
Jeremiah regretted starting the fire with a smirk on his face when it grew higher and higher. 
Crackle! Crackle! A back burning sound... the fire is as aggressive as a wolfhound. 
Days have passed and the fire has faded, the beast has left us a good day. 
Nature's back from the world of black, the fresh air has come back!