From a tiny spark
Leaps a mighty flame

At first delicately licking the tender grasses
Hissing and popping with delight
In its new and expansive playground
Unleashed
Free to burn

But the fire is greedy
It doesn't posses the knowledge
Nor the desire
To stop its destructive journey
Until it has had its gluttonous fill.

The fragile and foolish moth sees the beautiful flame
And is powerless in the Siren's song
And so it flies on Icarus' journey
And falls...

...As do the gentle monoliths that have lived in peace
Asking nothing
Only providing
Shelter and comfort
Breath for the creatures they support

What is left is blackened
Charred almost beyond recognition
Ghosts of the glory that once was.
Tears fall and disappear in the smoke.
Will Phoenix be brave enough to rise from the ashes?
Again?

All that is left is
Hope.