Life of the flames

A fire tears apart a home, and takes a life with it, enjoying its short lived victory the firemen demolish its burning remains

The molten killer

a deathly grip on the windpipe

starvation of the blood vessels

a gagging triumph

You cough and splutter desperately

i weave like a snake through your gasping lungs

choking out strained breaths

drowning on the air around you

crawling hopelessly for some escape

my acrid fumes cindering the eyes

You reach clumsy for a scorching handle

hands fly back in sizzling reflex

My hands squeezing empty pressure upon the lungs

fingers weaving tendrils across the throat

The door before you crumbles

face decomposed by engulfing heat

third degree burns

Screams devoured by smoke laden lungs

Skin curling from ragged muscle

My children lick a thrashing carcus

caressing you into unending darkness

We engulf your vision 

Midnight smoke screen before your eyes

Flames hungrily swallowing shot open eyes

No escape from my chaos

I roar as the structure withers around me

sucking out foundations , ripping down structures

A flush of concentrated jet stream

I whine and spit in protest

Your body long consumed and lifeless

My victory short lived

My children die before me

Washed away by uniformed madmen

murders to late to save there own

You like me have ceased to existed

A vicitim to some form of violence

Defeated i bow to the winds

Silenced by the mighty waters

Smoke trails a lingering existence

float away in secrecy 

my destruction left a scar in my wake

ash my deathly remains

Reviews

[Pax]

i could say i agree with JS. the images used is scary and dark. when i read this i imagine a war is going on, destruction here and there or its just me and my imagination.

[Ama May Cooper]

Well the aim was directed as speaking from the tongue of a fire , the flames being its children as it tore apart a body within a house and is later put out by fire engines and destroyed after the life of the man has already been lost. Thank you very much :)

[Pax]

like i said just my wild imagination...and your very much welcome.

[Ama May Cooper]

haha a wild imagination is a brilliant one its always inteesting seeing what other people gather from your poems

[Admiral Kirk]

This is very dark, powerful, and beautiful. It's also a little bit scary, and death is a definite theme... Excellent poem!

[Ama May Cooper]

Thank you very much for you positive review :)

[Admiral Kirk]

You're quite welcome.