Words to match a Rose

Doom

Blood flowing in the streets like wine in a cellar,

Black smoke in the air,

The cries of the innocent accompanying the crackle of flames.

The heat is unbearable,

I can feel the way roasted skin blisters.

I see it in the distance,

The beautiful moon,

Shining light as though it were a final blessing.

I see the way the flames lick the sky hungrily.

I feel the fear of the dying.

The fear of the young,

The fear of those yet to live.

I feel the fear and I push on.

I feel the death,

My heart blackening with each life lost.

I see the chaos in its hideous form.

A demon straight from hell to end it all.

I look up to the moon for the answer,

For the way I can win one last game,

One last win before the inevitable loss.

The loss of the game I've played all my life.

It wasn't a game I wanted to give up.

Not until I knew how I would lose.

I reached out for my final hope,

And someone took my hand.

I felt the pain on my cheek,

I felt the inspiration I needed.

Her golden locks like the luck I needed,

Her eyes blue as the ocean to quell the flames.

Her sternness washing away all doubt,

I could feel the hope.

 I could see the light.

The world was no longer bright with flames.

It no longer held that hellish heat.

It felt cold,

It felt dark.

I wasn't afraid though.

This was how it was supposed to happen.