The Wanderer meanders west, Atop his horse, Topping the dusty mountain crest, Pulling his steed to a gentle stop, To give him the moments necessary to process what he sees.
A great forest aflame, A creature most glorious and terrifying, Charging up mountains and sending up great pillars of flame.
Tidal waves of orange and red dash themselves upon these ridges, Sending a mist of super-heated embers down the other side, Beginning the process anew.
Great billowing towers of black smoke that roils and is in a constant state of flux, Losing form as it ascends miles high. Such beautiful and glorious destruction that could ever be seen, An apex predator that could not be tamed.
The Wander turns his horse around and meanders back, Changed from this experience, The likes of which would never be seen again.