Keravist

The trees imposed and leered aloft The hanging clouds rolled thunder soft The storm raged, the warm wind roared Sharp and stiff, the cold rain poured The forest deep was drenched in shade Electric forks would flash and fade A spark arose to leech the green A fire burnt just barely seen With its warmth their breaths could be With its light their eyes could see With its spread they claimed the land With its force they reprimand Closer came the hungry flame The holders marveled at its tame They walked beside the fire strong The fire grew, and now they’re gone