Arson
A spark of sickly glowing light,
Catches my eye amid the night.
My breathing stops, and then I see,
A flicker of flames, shining bright,
A glowing fire approaching me.
Who lit the match that sparked this fire?
For arson was their cruel desire.
Who dares to burn this place of peace?
Who's wicked heart would so require,
To feed the flames that make life cease?
The flames glow brightly as the sun,
I risk a glance before I run,
Away into that silent cloak,
Where quiet, still, and darkness won,
Where all have slept and few have woke.
Soon anger floods the flames of fear,
I stop, for I am safer here.
I wish what is could never be,
I hate that unknown, horrid leer,
For what the victim does not see.
I'm gone now, going up in smoke,
And flames, and what my thoughts provoke.
I'm leaving as night turns to dawn,
I only know my heart has broke,
It's shattering with what is gone.
And I shall never know what's lost,
Never know what line was crossed.
