Facing the Fire Goddess
Pops and cracks and sparkles swirled around in a powerful way.
The Fire Goddess did indeed seem to want to stay.
Her gown was lit up like a Friday night on a small-town square.
There was a deliberate, determined, delighted feeling in the air.
She is here! Someone whispered, in awe of her might.
She would have been difficult to miss on this warm autumn night.
There was no telling how soon the forest would be completely felled.
We were eager to see her works; her reputation was unparalleled.
Is that the fire goddess? A small voice asked me from down below.
It was a weird mole of sorts; he was standing on my big left toe.
She is a mean one he said. Is there any way to get rid of her now?
Before she begins the destruction that will ruin us all? He took a bow.
The forest had never before faced an imminent Goddess of Fire.
But the situation did seem serious, horrible, terrible and quite dire.
I enlisted the rest of the forest and we concocted a plan to guarantee
she would not wreck our homes, our lives, our friends and even me.
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