Putting a log in my fire

As I picked up a log for the fire.
Opening the door I looked in and saw in.
Before me was a view to describe.
Entranced I stared before me. glowing embers of fire.
Space i spied for my log to go.
 
Feeling the breeze, felt the glow of the heat.
The way the log were positioned.
The flames all aglow, looked like a city on fire.
Incandescent Crimson and Red like inside of hell.
Or when hell comes to dinner.
 
Fire , fire everywhere. Walls and buildings a blase  
No escape from this. And you known it!  
Yet this nightmare flash of vision.
this apocalyptic vision of hell.
At least for anyone in it.
 
Not for me.
Did not frighten me me all.
I just put the log in the fire.
Shutting my wood burners door.