A Fire she roams
Stealth through the field.
Extending her wrath,
Warming the chilled.
Lighting up the darkness
To guide those to stay.
Her beauty enticing
They soon become her prey.
She engulf without mercy
They cry out in fright.
But she continues to burn
All through the night.
And soon when she's done
the ash left to stay.
She continues her journey
To take men away.
So if you see her
In her beauty orange and red.
You better run away
or your life just might end.
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