He Screamed at the Flames: The fire knew his wicked deeds and name

The flames leaped at him,
As he screamed into the fire.
The fire was his enemy,
It had taken everyone he loved.
The fires had destroyed his life,
He was a victim of those flames.
Every Halloween he lit a large fire,
Which he stoked with hatred and anger.

He saw the ghosts in the flames,
He knew them all by their names.
Memories and bitterness he never forgot,
As the flames grew stronger and so hot.
The fires lit up the burning coals,
Searing his heart with gaping holes.
He cursed the flames and fire every Halloween,
Every burning ember was brighter it seemed.

The ghosts of the flames reached out to him,
They wanted to take him into that fire.
He was so tormented, with chains of guilt and shame,
Every ghost in that fire knew his murderous name.
The cursed man who screamed at the fires,
Had a soul filled with evil that burns fires.

It was another killing night for him this Halloween,
Killing innocent people in wildfires unseen.
His dark and evil soul was always condemned to be,
Burning in the embers and fires of evil for all eternity.
He was the evil spirit of a dark and deadly Halloween,
Filled with unspeakable deeds and work unseen.