The fire in the woods was lit by a match
that sparked a division that. Confined the evil and the
wicked, the great and the good. Even broke up a united
Sparks flicker, with fiery red and gold, the feud
grows thicker. As the story is told. The black smoke
rises up to the air. And over our ignorant heads.
The ashes fall. We hang by thread
The trees burn, the battle
Flames rise higher. Through mid attack.
Smoke blinds the watchful eyes.
Blocking the unsettling sight of the dripping candle wax.
That was lit by the fire’s match