My passion began

a hot flame of desire

I wanted to be close

closer to the joy

the humans were so happy

running atop the mine

building lives, building homes.

I made smores with the children

and money with the parents

we built the city together

but I am the one that caused its demise.

As the city grew

I grew as well

my distress signal only repelling 

what I desired most

they ran from me

and my desire turned into distruction

I devoured their homes

their city

their whole lives.

A passionate rage,

fueled by hurt feelings.

Or as they saw it,

by antheatic cole.