Behemoths against a sky draped in flame
Silent mountain peaks caressing clouds of ash
Embers dance in the wind; smoldering messengers
Only the creak of seared bark shall grace this twilight
The forest is burning, such a sight to behold
This forest now king, of fire and gold

After all damage is done
Skeletal trees remain, like decrepit hands
Reaching to curse the sun
Soot is now the only floor
Barren and silent, like sentinels of mother nature
They stand; shamed and leafless
Still they whisper wise words with dying breaths
This is a legend to be told
The forest once king, of fire and gold