Into the Flame

The clouds turned dark,
the sky turned grey,
the rain began to fall,
the path began to wash away.

A charcoaled house was on the hill,
it was black,
and burnt.

A family once lived here,
a joyful,
careful,
family

The once peaceful area,
torn by a wild fire.

The family is gone,
the house is gone,
the plants are gone,
So much life gone.

During the night,
a group of teens on the mountain
drove to the top,
and messed around.

The lit their cigarettes,
and let the ash fall.
The dry brush caught,
they ran.

The fire rushed down the mountain,
catching trees,
bushes,
houses,
lives,
on fire.

The firemen reacted as once they got the call,
some people from the valley saw the flame,
they ran to their trucks,
and they drove to the front lines.

The firemen fought,
the fire fought back,
all through the night.

Now it is Dawn,
the fire is gone,
The people who once lived,
on that once peaceful place,
were also gone.

Nothing left but ashes,
nothing left but blackness,
nothing left.

The clouds turned dark,
the sky turned grey,
the rain began to fall,
the fire's path began to wash away.

The rain cleanses the mountain of its darkness,
but the burnt homes still stand,
the lost lives, still gone.

Everything was gone.
Into the flame.

*old*