Chapter Text
As the day turns to night,
as the wind turns cold.
The only light source
is a flame.
As wind starts blowing faster,
the trees start to burn.
As the forest critters run,
purple arrows pierce
trees and grass.
All that remains
is a Flame,
a Raven,
and three Cookie-animals.
As the grass and trees burn,
and the air becomes hotter,
…
…
The Raven’s accuracy never fails.
as strawberry jam stains the grass,
the Flame can only mutter one word
before it goes out.
“ wi…nd…y… ”
As the Raven looks back,
the Raven flies away.
And the Cookie-animals
examine the dying Flame.
The three run
and run
as if they were searching for someone…
As the light the flame produces
gets dimmer,
and dimmer.
And the more red-stained
the grass becomes,
The only thing
the flame can think about
is his old friend.
Who used to love this forest
so very much.
Who used to be as green as the grass,
Who used to call him rude things
as the Flame tormented the Wind,
but he knew deep down,
the wind had loved him.
And so had the Flame.
As the Tree walks up to the Flame
with the three Cookie-animals who had returned,
the flame has already gone out.