Fire to her was a funny spectacle

A plaything she could not resist to fiddle with.

As if it were a deep riddle,

Candles and lamps were her play and puzzle.

A juvenile with a matchstick in hand,

The power she had to start fire on command.

Setting fire to the hay, enchanted she was by this psychedelic display.

Indigo and ember entwined in glory, ascending in obsidian fury

To sky they made way.

” This is no child’s play!”

Family and village folks’ stern reprimand,

Did not stop her to wish for fire in hand.

Several years later, bonfire night in Taiga.

Skies enrobing auroral spectra.

Flicker in the pyre, tonight she feels something will transpire.

Voices and visions in the blue light of fire, “come hither….” they whisper.

Schoolmates and tutors around her, have all now seemed to disappear.

Trio of towering women behind the burning pyre, one strokes an orb of fire, as if to lure.

Probing to see if she can endure.

“we are from a star afar,

With us you will come for we need your service”

Confused she screams “are you thoughtless?

An orb of fire they offer her to hold,

Dancing luminous hues, lo and behold!

 “In our land, fire you will foster,

Our bare canopies and icicles will glisten in warm glimmer

To you we render Pyropower”.

Triggers: Pneuma by Tool

Brahmin Bunny

Stranded at sea, a rabbit of proud pedigree.

A far cry from what used to be.

Ousted by his crew for not fixing chicken stew.

“Banish this useless shrew”

“Pardon me I am no shrew! I am an Angora blue

Eating flesh is vulgar so Greens I cook plethora”

“Hurl him overboard or send him packing on the little red boat!”

Alone a fleece of Brahmin, middle of the Arabian.

Foreign to this seclusion, mopey from rejection.

Guilty of self-pity for he was no moaney coney.

Still he was sure the world came with good intent.

Wickedness only intermittent.

Now came a ravaging hunger, intruding his profound ponder.

Schools of fish swam erratic, “lookey lookey, isn’t it cherubic”

Rabbit on red boat made them ecstatic

Virtuous felt he, for hungry he may be but eating flesh is a deed so ghastly.

His breed owed him a medal of gallantry.

Hunger taking over his moral scrutiny.

Wait! were the Gods morphing the fishes

Into swimming carrots and asparagus??

plop! Merry minnows splashed into the water.

Flop! For the carp migrators this boat a minor bother.

Little did they know this cherub came with lethal incisors.

Devil in the gut, turning him to a monster so ravenous.

This gentle doll was in a mood to maul.

The fish, they waited to be tossed into the sea,

But on the contrary…their heads and trunks nipped off methodically.

His primal tendencies stark naked. What came next was a sight so morbid!

Gills and guts, blood and cord, gored and clawed.

All along it seemed natural.

For a lagomorph to be this diabolical.

Triggers: Invincible by Tool and Wolf like me by TV on the radio

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