December 2, 2013 by bck1402
From the darkness, the flames danced.
Glowing green, enriching the night.
The forest glowed with eerie dread,
While silence groaned to be heard.
Neither chirp nor cheep broke through,
A crackle. A pop.
Fire burn and flames glow.
And warmth invites the weary traveller
Tis a place to rest?