The bell rings, a resounding clang of doom
Fire wraiths dance along in the dusky gloom
Smoke rises above the building’s new glow
Brisque attention all gawking faces show
Smiles die away in realization
Faces turn dark in fresh consternation
Women cry as family dreams are lost
Tangible memories by the flames tossed
Heroes arrive to stop the spreading fear
To the end they fight, holding success dear
Hoses spray and axes break through hard wall
Luckily no lives are threatened at all
On the curbside a frightened young boy cries
Tears of repentance falling from his eyes
In his shaking hands a matchbox stands out
Proclaiming guilt to all who are about.
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Comments: 9
I love to see how each person sees the image- to one menacing, another not. Simply amazing how are minds interpret differently.
I agree with John..a story withen 16 lines..