Scorch Marks

Only a faint mist of the past
Only a wisp of smoke remains
Of a fire so strong
It smoldered the sky

The flames came shooting up
They tickled the clouds
Making them gasp and splutter
Sending up a black smog

How could it be its thirst could die?
How could anyone quench it?
But the ash is the reminder
The memory of burning wrath

Bitter revenge on humankind
Reflected in the misty haze
Poison fumes spilled out of the eyes
And yet I quenched it

You drank deep in life’s well
The faded flames still bright
Too many nights you’ve cried
Only to ask for what you had

You still have it
But you’re not crying anymore
Your flames can’t burn the sky
But I’m still here with the scorch marks

**I think this is sort of a love poem but well it doesn't really fit into any of the categories so i put it here**