A flash of light and darkness covers the moor
Just a little thing. A spark and nothing more
But for a moment the sky ignites
For only a moment Light and Darkness fight
The Shadows kept at bay
Though they soon returned in sweet dolce
A simple spark
Gone again without a mark
But lo! The spark anew!
And it does not bid adieu
For in it the wood hath caught
The tiny spark that was for naught
The spark that sparked a flame
And the Shadows it did claim
Nurtured and cherished the little flame grew
Giving warmth to all it knew
‘Till one fateful day
Fire was left to play
No longer watched or minded
The Moor it courted
Fire’s devastating caress
Stripped it with finesse
Passionate flame stood burning
Nay, not stood. For it was dancing!
Entrancing the world whilst around them it burned.
It’s graceful reach ravenously yearned
For trees to stroke, for grass’ embrace
Heedless of the dangerous chase
For when the earth is black and charred
With Fire at last deterred
It breaths its last and lives no more.
Yet buried in the ashes of the one time Moor
Embers still flicker
Warning of the danger
Brought about by just a spark
That wanted to leave its mark.