Blazing demon guffaws at my petty existence,
As it roars to match the fervor of the winds.
A zephyr so cold, has been set on fire,
And floats, to my adobe, on acrid wings.
Spewing wrath, it swallows all the mocking fools –
The ones who laughed at my ground height talks;
But lost are they, with their haughty sight,
For now their ground is where Death walks.
I gaze at the night sky, now set ablaze,
As it lays the sepulcher of trees after trees.
Too numb to care, too scared to feel,
I just admire the beauty of the baleful beast.
The sun is coming, the fire all gone –
Shrouded in the ash of pride, I stand with some,
Left for worthlessness, to witness a sight
‘Cold fumes now rise from the pyre of my home.’
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