Flames

 

The smallest act of passion,

can set the world ablaze.

Whether for good or evil,

in comes the haze.

Some will rise from the ashes,

others will undoubtedly fall.

Nothing is ever for certain,

aside from destiny’s call.

The spirit isn’t easily broken,

strengthening with each blow.

The mind can persevere,

adapting to the unending flow.

The fire will come to cleanse,

few will survive in its path.

Laying waste with ungodly heat,

invoking Hell’s wrath.

Answer the call of the ancients,

lay your soul to rest.

The flames will stop at nothing,

destruction at its best.

 

© 2013 Lisa Logue