Flee (From Fire)

So, I was sitting at one of the campfires, and because I don't pay any attention at those things, I was watching the fire burning. During that time, I'm not sure exactly how long that was, I came up with this poem.

Flee (From Fire)

Now My Fire
is burning bright
In This Long
and Lasting Night
As it Thrills and Chills
and fills Us All with Fright
the Night Light Fades
and becomes a New Sight.
My new fuel of Anger
burns softer then Rage’s Fight,
yet Anger’s Heat is the Greater,
For Tonight shall be Your Flight