It was a pleasure to see things blackened and change in the world

the blood pounded in his head, his hands were playing all of the

blazing and burning tatters and charcoal ruins of history.

With his eyes all orange flame, he flicked the igniter up in a goring fire 

that burned the sky red and yellow, then black

A swarm went up in a sparking whirls and blow 

away a dark, burning grin of all men sihgd back by flame 

Fire gript his face in the dark

It never went away that smile as long as 

Fire lubricated the  earth 

The Air, The Tempature, The Atmosphere

Vanashing swiftly 

The faintest breathing compressed by someone vey quietly