People upon their beds fell into slumber,
Unaware of the fast approaching danger and blunder.
Black smoke floated like plumes from a pyre,
Streets, they were filled with a fierce and raging fire.
In the dark a spark was lit,
Away at the wood it chipped and bit.
Black smoke floated like plumes from a pyre,
Streets, they were filled with a fierce and raging fire.
The spark grew and grew,
Trouble and caution in the air it did brew.
Black smoke floated like plumes from a pyre,
Streets, they were filled with a fierce and raging fire.
The fire engulfed all, its mind set to conquer,
Out it drew time, minutes became longer and longer.
Black smoke floated like plumes from a pyre,
Streets, they were filled with a fierce and raging fire.
People fell to the ground, their screams nothing but an echo,
Fire burned the bodies, keeping the mess to a low.
Black smoke floated like plumes from a pyre,
Streets, they were filled with a fierce and raging fire.
Friends and family, few left to mourn,
Apart many families were brutally torn.
Black smoke floated like plumes from a pyre,
Streets, they were filled with a fierce and raging fire.
Only crumbs of stone and brick were left,
They the few things the fire forgot in its theft.
Black smoke floated like plumes from a pyre,
Streets, they were filled with a fierce and raging fire.
Even today we learn about its destruction,
The tragedy it caused and old, barren London.
Black smoke floated like plumes from a pyre,
Streets, they were filled with a fierce and raging fire.
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Poem Collection
PoesieAs the title says this is a collection of poems I have written. Hope you enjoy!! ~Antisocial_Blob signing out~
