White-Flames

It rages wild and wide angrily it eats up areas whole countryside goes with it valleys, hills and plateau forests and grasslands, dry lands the white flames sires and sores though white flames flame no vegetation it scorched flamers cannot explain but they have the answers which they fear to give but beat about the bush White flames is unique it’s affinity is flesh and blood those who talk and protest the ones who bark but can’t bite that their land is being looted are lined up with setting sun