Firefight

Heightened sensations -during ignition-
this hot summer night,
creates panic -like superstition-
of creatures line of sight.

Howling demons create
battle cries –from hell-
yet we debate
-of ourselves– shall we tell?

Swarming –like fireflies-
into twilight,
as crying lies
dissipate –from view-

Turning –passing sighs-
into a lonely tune,
while children hear lullabies
-of tales– that end too soon.