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A Poem about the San Diego Firestorm.

The Devils Grasp

In the night with blood red eyes,
Riding the wind and filling the skies,
The devils grasp upon the earth,
Consuming and possessing, devouring the mirth,
Warriors in orange, yellow and red,
Come to defeat and destroy this threat,
Innocent hearts cuddled around,
Watching the TV, hoping not to be found,
Hearts are racing, listening for a call,

A warning to evacuate, a warning to all,
Hours seem like days, minutes like hours,
When the evil die and the hope began to flower?
Sanctuaries are open to all lost to come,
Rest in comfort you are not alone,
In the sky, black as the night,
A reddened glow streaks through in flight,
The moon peaks out to the suns relief
The smoked sky clouds the vision and the moon can't see,
The flames crawling with sharpened claws,
Tearing the earth and destroying the homes,
Wide, tearful eyes watch and see,
Their home burn down, the sparks run free,
The warriors wield, with hearts impaired,
Their chilling swords, eyes filled with dread,
With all their power and all their might,
They fight the devil, engrossed with strife,
No smoke will stop them, no devil will block
Them from protecting, what the earth will not,
The homes just stand and welcome the flame,
As the water pierces and attempts to tame,
The flames of fury, the flames wrath,
Have no direction, follow no path,
Have no maker, no master, no law
Flames of perfection, strong and tall,
The warriors meet and make as one,
An army of masters, who could tame the sun,
They wave their swords against the eternal fire,
No matter how long, even when they tire,
With hearts as heavy as the swords they hold,
They fight with courage, the young and the old.

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