Wildfire

I hear the wind blow Against the trees as I Walk to my grave The animals that have Cared for me growl at The strangers’ intrusion I attempt to reach Out to my friends But a stranger hits my hand Smoke burns into my Lungs as I move closer To their camp. Back in the forest, I hear The wolves cry for me. Tears Fall to the ground as I walk. The rough rope cuts into My wrist as I fight The binds. They growl and threaten Me as I fight. I close My eyes as I fall forward. The strangers grab me And force me onto a stand Tying me into place. The animals start to Scream as the strangers Hurt their Friend. The match was lit And the light reflected In my eyes. When it dropped, The straw below lit up And smoke billowed up. I bit my lip, Refusing to let the Animals hear me scream. I could smell my Flesh burn as I Slowly hung my head.