The ferocious fiery fowl stood
upon the tallest branch of the tallest tree
that grew in all of Viridian City.
The eyes that had stared down
towards all the offenders
silently closed with a deep reckoning inside.
The flaming feathers fluttered in the air
until one feather lightly touched the
tree with a vulnerable wooden weakness.
The trail was all ready for the
traveling embers that were sending
a pain throughout nature's first creation.
Light shone through the leaves
that were burnt a split-second after.
Moltres stood still
on the tree it would soon ****,
but the further future, Moltres had yet predicted.
All the branches were barren and clean,
except for the burning positions
from the flames for Moltres.
Fire was now spreading out,
onto the grass, onto the ground.
Further death upon the still-ever-growing earth.
All trees began to look the same:
Crisp, wilting, blackened, and dead.
Collapse occurs to all but one of the wooden people,
From the cremation, turned into a desert.
All remnants but one are now tiny specks of dust.
Moltres opened its still-glaring orbs,
released its tense wings and flew off.
The last tree disintegrates,
Finally a forest of ashes,
and more to come from
the infernal destruction of the flames of Moltres.
