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Who am I

WHO AM I?

A match ignites a light into my life
My long sleep is troubled.
Where is my breakfast?
I am hungry!
As I stretch my limbs,
I notice that a spread is set out for me.
I am ravenous.
I timidly start to taste whatever is close to me.
It is an exhilarating sensation,
My hunger grows as I savour food.
I am losing my manners and like a wild beast I devour what I can reach.
I don’t like the way I am and I desperately try to control myself.
I am in my element with the awareness of heat and wind in my hair.
Oh! Please God please make me stop!
The Devil has taken my being and I have lost control.
I am falling.
I am so dizzy spiralling down and down and down this endless shaft.
I want to stop but I cannot.
I need nourishment.
Now that I have had a taste of the uncontrolled sweetness of intercourse with nature I want more.
My senses are at their peak.
Like a crazed lunatic I need more and more.
I want to ravage and take as spoils all the virgin maidens.
I want their young bodies to satiate my need to keep my fire burning.
Like a thunder clap I suddenly realise that mankind is my enemy. 
This is very strange because while I was asleep I had so many amorous and soothing dreams of our mutual feelings.
Man and I have respected each other for centuries.
NOW HE WANTS TO STOP ME ENJOYING MY VORACIOUS APPETITE!
We are at war!
But I am so huge that I sneer at his efforts to starve me.
I have my friend the weather on my side
She gives me all her support with dry heatwaves and wind.
I will go on forever and ever eating the delicious Pines, Eucalypti and all the nice vegetation that man has nurtured.
I savour the taste of his homes and the beasts he ingests,
What I relish most of all is when I carnivorously eat his flesh.
I am the fire that rules over this sunburnt country
And I am here to stay.
Man will have to wait until I have had my fill.
Then and only then I will go to sleep again!

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