Goddess of Fire
Her power was the burn; she loved doing it.
She could snap and crackle an entire forest in minutes.
Engulfed, helpless, startled into submission.
She loved welding her sword of flames.
No forests? No worries. She could self combust.
Shooting her red, orange, and blue flames into the air.
The others stayed away, fearful of her strength and her temper.
She was an inferno now, loving her power to burn.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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