[center][h2]Yoliyachicoztl Week[/h2]

[i]The great fields were alight that night.

Fields are smoke,
Smoke is air.

Gazing ever on to the dancing light,
The only light that could give us fright.

It took the moisture from our throats,
It came and made us dry.

It was Fire.

Fire! Fire! Ferocious Fire! 
You restless wall of flame. 
Fire! Fire! Roaring higher! 
Your fury to never tame. 

You show no mercy – no regard: 
A writhing army uncontrolled. 
At least you don’t discriminate, 
Coming to exterminate: 
All dealt with equal pain untold. 

Fire! Fire! Ferocious Fire! 
You restless wall of flame. 
Fire! Fire! Roaring higher! 
Your fury to never tame. 

In time of drought you run amok – 
An open chimney of the land. 
Prefer to scorch than suffocate: 
In blinding zeal, incinerate 
To blackened vista now unmanned. 

Fire! Fire! Ferocious Fire! 
You restless wall of flame. 
Fire! Fire! Roaring higher! 
Your fury to never tame. 

Destruction be your only goal 
For you to vent your jealous wrath 
On gentle life with caring soul 
And human victims to console: 
As you are none, but psychopath. 

Fire! Fire! Ferocious Fire! 
You restless wall of flame. 
Fire! Fire! Roaring higher! 
Your fury to never tame. 

So there it is – you are but flame: 
Reacting gases to adorn – 
With orange flicks of flailing arms, 
You’re flaunting your demonic charms! 
Now leave us for bereaved to mourn. 

Fire! Fire! Ferocious Fire! 
You restless wall of flame. 
Fire! Fire! Roaring higher! 
Your fury to never tame. 

So many lives to claim.
Too many for you to swallow.
And yet that roaring flame -
It would soon make us hallow.[/i][/center]

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It’s a poem about Fire.
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