The Hypnosis of the Flame

The violent glow. Her pulsating robe of red. The blue of the heat, and the white of her heart. Who knew destruction was so enchanting, who could’ve thought they would be enthralled by her forked tongue? Trees tumble. Vines shrivel and crumble in the brilliant heat. People melt like wax candles. Like moths to a flame, they glide to their deaths. But that is not on their minds. All they know is the hypnosis of her flames, her whisper of veiled malice licking their ears. They fall, they shrivel and crumble in the mesmerising dance of death. Her purple malice, the black cloud. The brilliant power, her passionate heart of white. They are powerless against her. Eyes widened, mouths agape, they are hypnotized to their demise. Their bodies disintegrate. The fire, she is greedy. She takes the trees; she claims the people. Her roar dulls, and she stops to curtsy, her mouth a snarling crimson. She is grateful for this dance.

— Kaia Nahi, Te Aho o Te Kura Pounamu