The combustion roared
it cracked, destinely in concentration
beauty in the eye of the beholder.
A holocaust
it sheltered the exceeding energy
sparking with ignition and vigour
vitality was written all over it
how yellow turned to red and red turned to death
blood was a seeping flesh
a melting stream to deliver such masterpiece
but a lair of luring deep misfit.
A ring of fire, crazy when you come close
it spreads across the distance and sprinkles the poison
the inferno tosses its head back in laughter and spits a flame
it will eat you alive, a voice whispered
and there I was, crisped to ashes.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁
