Monday, December 17, 2007


The flames burn brighter now
Embers scatter
Wood to ashes
The fire rises
Threatens to burn the sky
It dances wildly
Almost insane
Engulfed in fury
As is he
The fire burns in his eyes
The rage is blinding
All he sees is flames
And ashes
And embers
And flames
And embers
And ashes
And flames
His heart becomes the fuel
His body engulfed in flames
The fury consumes him
Soon nothing but ashes
As he burns out
And the ashes dispersed
By the wind
Plague the sky
A crimson glow
The flames die down
The fury dies down


Iwalktheline said...

A poem for the Arsonist...the fury, the passion, the glow...hmmm...deep rooted pyromania at heart?

heatherrr__eloise said...

i think this is beautiful in a ferocious way.

Michelle Hix said...

I got chills when it metaphorically switched to the fire in the man.


word = speaking/singing
(word) = whispering/echo
[word] = stern voice/screaming