Poem: Fire - The Masterpiece
This is not a game to be played lightly,
This is life we're dealing with,
But hey, it's your death sentence,
Hanging on the line.
There's a brewing fire,
Lighting up the midnight sky,
It's got your attention,
Nothing else you see but the light,
Like a child, watching magic in the night,
You are mesmorized,
Briefly hypnotized,
Still, easy to fool,
Your death is approaching,
Your heart still ain't racing,
Calm air fills the field,
The executioner, sharpens his axe,
And all, you, of all people,
Can think about, is the flames,
For they say, you have always,
Been fascinated by fire.
uncontrollable as it is,
Still a memory in your dreams,
You claim one touch, from this masterpiece,
Can kill, or save a man.
And, now, is your chance, to see.
By A.R.C
Labels: Poetry
posted by Amarynthous @ 8:55 pm
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