Pyromania

Low rumble, characteristic purr
of a pyromaniac as match strikes box
curious quake as the small door locks
radiant grin at the birth of a flame
living, breathing, needs a name
raspy crackle as it grows, pangs of hunger no one knows
thunderous roar as it consumes the door
red and raging, craving more
meets it's maker, burns it down
jumps, leaps free, no longer bound
covers the earth, covers the trees
devours each leaf, brings life to it's knees
thunder crashes, death song for fire
rain starts to pour, flame starts to tire
earth sighs with relief, but flame is dead by no means
beneath all the ashes it still has kerosine dreams