The stare
"Feed me" the flaming calls
They came to see the source
Follow the call
Filling the throat with anguish
Grey demons to a burning law
New Mantra; New Savage
"Feed" me it calls once again
Killing motion
Exhaling the haze
Graphic edging
Marking the earth
Imbuing power
To weapon; to art form
Just a pawn in this immortal production
Blinding then igniting the hindsight
Rush to aid this dwindling flame
Forming the horde, the hide
The untouched cloth
Rush to the aid
This dwindling flame
Burning debris
Becoming the claimed
Pulled apart; the tree line is silent
Re-purposed as an offering, now
Obtaining the kiss of the amber
Ashes billowed and buried the fallen
Go beyond all sense of control
Excessive efforts; driven to blackness
Hearing nothing but temporal echoes
Sentience flowing then killing the current
Rush to the aid
This dwindling flame
Burning debris
Becoming the claimed
Their eyes
Resembles a field of a thousand pillars of fire
Sifting through ghostly remains
Their pain living through the kiss of the flame
Consuming their homes
They fled from the grove