| The smoke rose Lofty spires grasping Towards the sun Blocking the light Clogging the lungs It burns skin It kills kin All is ash All is still And quiet grips The smoky air Breathing is hard Tasting the flame Lungs are seared Skin peels away Flesh is scarred Lives are taken All is lost To the flames Who seek nothing Who want nothing But to burn To rise and Churn the ash Heaven blotted out By black smoke The ground turned To burning dirt Then a crash The forest fell The trees crackle Erupting into hellfire Slowly blowing away Turning into dust Blowing away all lives and homes turned to ash people and lives turned into ash all is lost to the flame all that’s left is the past because the fire has no hope has no dreams except to burn |