Fire Poem by Zimaya Nightshade

I burn hot, hot, ever hotter.
Every little thing strengthens me.
Burning stronger than the scar of Potter.
Nothing is safe from my heat.
I tear through forests, burning all.
Ripping up the earth, creating a mess.
Trying to fight me takes great gall.
Giving up and surrendering is best.
I'm on a raging war path.
Killing all that is in my way.
Scenes anger me, dredged up from the past.
Why can't they leave, I want to stay!
No! no I can't be here!
If I stay, all will perish.
The terrible things they say are all I hear.
The first to go are those I cherish.
I try so hard to hold back.
To control the raging fires.
Keep on the nice, good track.
But their lies are what lit my pyres.
So here is where I must leave.
There is no longer hope of life.
I want the fire's burning to take reprieve.
But it seems I'm cursed to this eternal strife...