There was a fire in the Northern sky
and I couldn’t dare look away.
Its slow death reigned on me
so innocently that
I then became the king of the Badlands.
The war struck woods.
There they were
Stuck in a solid line -
one by one, body after body;
I followed casually behind.
I watched them come undone
in the flowing current.
It was time for past ground to be reached
so I let them have it.
The ashes rained down
So swiftly that
I had a second to think
about this ground under my feet
It is mine.
My own earth.
No one shall ever take it.
I will die on this land.
As I thought about this peace –
A hand took shape into mine.
I turned to look and there it was,
The blazing flame
In my morning sky.
The solid star shine
Every night. . .
My picture perfect view hadn’t burned out
It was just my eyes that needed adjustment.
Her cool breath woke me every morning
and it's only getting hotter. . .
How about I start one more fire?