To fight a fire

Black flames had outshone perception
licking and digesting the bland, cold air.


The fire snorts and charges the walls,
thick black smoke arrives like cavalry.


No defence, no attack could work.
The only tactic is to run, to retreat.


Such ferocity is hard to match,
easily fueled, needs no encouragement.


Allied with oxygen, foe to water.
Lightning velocity destroys eagerly.


A battle that strikes panic in any man.
Your best defence is to run.. While you can.