She looked to the skies and she laughed
It was not a laugh of joy
Nor a laugh of pain
Not the laugh of a child with a new toy
Or the sound one makes on the beaches of Maine
She looked at the man who stood beside her
She smiled but not a real smile
She hugged the man and laughed with him
She thought he would believe it if only for a little while
Just long enough for her light to completely dim
She lay in the grass alone again
He was at home with the little ones
She felt the ground, dry and cracked
She looked at the clouds knowing what had to be done
She knew that now there was no going back
She watched as the little flame danced
The match was burning quick, too fast
She dropped it on the dry, dead grass
She knew this day was her very last
She remembered the days that time had long passed
As the fire surrounded her in a strange circle
She saw him run out of the trees
He started running to her, blind to the fire
He tripped and fell to his hands and knees
In his eyes she could see his need to save her was dire
She closed her eyes turned her head to the skies
He called to her, desperate and terrified
She laughed, the sound hollow
He screamed for help, as he saw the smoke-filled skies
To Death's icy grip she did now bow
She screamed in pain as the fire fed on her life
She heard him yelling, giving orders to someone
She heard nothing more but fire laughing in victory
Darkness clouded her vision and she knew her life was done
For Death came as soon as she could no longer see
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Darkened Souls: First Collection
PuisiForty-five poems I've written over the past year. Some are dark, some are happy, some are sad. Enjoy, vote, comment, share.
