[one hundred, forty-three]
Blazing the outskirts we sat seeing the sun set
Setting fire to the neighbourhood
Like jack’o’lanterns watching the streets
Walking the streets in the haze,
It was a fire which standards were high to get.
Swallowed in fear and forgotten foe,
The fire drew in deep breaths
That were stolen from us, in our time
In our walking sweeps stepping over the boundaries
And the burning engulfed the flow.
We sat seeing the sun set slowly,
Shivering slightly in the soft swinging light,
The town seemed to be glowing,
The frowns of the nights basked in shadows,
And drowned in flames, in charred ashes.
They knocked down the walls and the gates and the towers,
They took down the road signs,
We were left shuffling sweeping for hours,
But nobody left their houses that day,
The streets were bloody from the night’s dismay.
love,
Jess :]
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