Fire in a weary land

It started.  Colours of red and orange cackling in the night.  Stories of pain and anguish flickering in the starry eyes of onlookers.  Clouds of despair and sadness gathering in the unchanging deep blue sky, which, whilst acting as a heaven for the flakes of desperation, looked down with pitiful eyes that only the heavens of the Earth could have.  Sadness ached through the trees as they were ripped down and tormented by the witches of the land.  Sorrow ruptured from their weathered roots.  Yearning leaked from the whole forest, a smokey curve reached a nearby town.  Fire was burning.