Light the match and toss it. Watch the corners catch. Let the heat rise. Flames rise upon the fuel and the rises more, always hungry.
Climbing and burning it billows our smoke. Smoke billows and grows, smothering and choking, dancing in the gentle wind.
Air enters the fire and the the fire pulses with the passionate caress. Embers glow and give off even more heat that adds to the flame that adds to the smoke.
Build and build until the only result can be to crash down. Collapse and kill. But still burn. Burn as long as it can, ever hungry and ever wanting more.
Even when it all turns to ash, still the fire waits, ready to receive the nudge that will let and consume and destroy and grow once more.
Deadly Troubadour 
Really atmospheric little piece. Enjoyed it!
Thank you so much! I like to experiment with little moods.