If this black,
Blood red,
Billowing fire
Could rage any higher
Burn up the oxygen
Your false words selfishly syphon
Convinced they require
It would be a mighty
Heavenly force
Indeed
But within the grand canvas,
Quite a minor feat
For theatrical,
Impassioned,
Merciless me
Never so kind
As to stop at your feet
I’d bury you alive
Cut holes for your
Lying
Eyes  
Force you to watch
The horror of melting earth and trees  
The irony  
Of the rain so closely watching,
And choosing to leave