White walls,
Slowly turning to gold.
The room is burning
All around her,
But the forces at work
Keep her there.
He runs in,
To see her sitting on the floor,
He tries to pull her,
She tries to move,
But she cannot.
Suddenly, a slow tune
Begins to play.
They both look up
As the heat from the flames
Beats down on their faces,
The tune overpowering
The crackling of the fire.
Suddenly, she stands,
And makes her way to the door,
But she is stopped
As though there is an
Invisible barrier.
She turns to him,
Pleading with her eyes,
Asking him to leave,
Begging him to save himself.
As the music grows in volume,
He takes her in his arms
And begins to dance.
They start a slow dance
As the walls burn
And fall around them.
The heat is almost
Overpowering,
The beads of sweat
Dripping down their faces
Flavor their kiss with
The salty truth.
They dance,
And the room burns,
And they know they will die.
But they will die together
In each other’s arms
Inside the burning room.
*’twas a dream I had, and an attempt to make it into poetry. Votes/Comments please!*
