I see several fires peacefully enjoying themselves in another's negatives. 
 Another life they have stolen. 
 They work together to rule the world.  No being may ever stop them.
 Only when they get their meal do they recede to leave those wallowing in misery. 
 They drink the life out of everything, and pale weary faces are left in place. 
 Each time they get bigger and stronger, swallowing the landscape in their flaming hands. 

They do this out of anger.

 Those that smothered them during the Ages have brought upon their hell-fire for descendants to come.
 They humans will grieve for their lost ones. 
 Just as the fires do. But for now they will sit and wait. 
 Content. 
 And for now they will stay calm. 
 But anger so deep rooted could never stay down. 
 They will attack again. 


 In their fiery anger