Lessons for Playing with Fire

There is a pool of blood
on the ground
What happened?
Why did that organism die?
Was the scene of the death
Of that once living being
Gory?

There are scorched marks
On the lifeless anatomy
Which left a mutilation
That cannot be erased
There is no hope
Of new skin springing forth
To heal that wound

The lifeless form
Lay there pathetically
Rigid
The posture is
The confirmation of
Regrets

Glee spread through my whole being
For the retaliation
The justice I obtained
Is more than I can hope for
For when that creature tried to feed on me
That same fiend got burned

So, give me a reason
Why should I pity
That sucking leech?
That endeavoured to suck
The life out of me?