Fire. Emergency. Rescue.

July 17, 2013

Why does fire have to be so fatal?

How it locks in the house,

like a baby in a craddle.

And the flames, they choose to shine so bright.

Could they lead me the way

on this dark stormy night?

Would I follow the orange as it lights up the sky?

How it changes the clouds,

to the color of my eye.

And will someone die?

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