His last Fire

Smoke risen covering the descending sun.

Crimson flames burning, 

screams calling out for help,

numbers being dialed.

Fire crawling upon great height, 

towering the unseen building.

Fire blooms like a rose field,

swallowing the hopes of survivors.

Hope nearens as sirens grew,

and the moments of His last Fire countdowns.

The water fought the fierce flames,

bringing death closer.

He inhales.

He rushed in with his men.

They brought life by life 

out of the fire’s murder.

White light shines through 

the thick smoke.

The fire’s end unseen,

when the fire burned fiercer.

The barrels ignite.

He gasped at the scene.

Get them out of here.

Now!

The timer counts down

as he saw her at the corner of his eyes.

He saved her out of

the fire’s agony.

He returns,

searching for more lives.

At his final sight,

Amen he said.

Longs the barrel blew.

Fuel supplied to the merciless flame.

Not a suicide.

Not a murder.

It was the hero’s glory.

It was his mission.

No man was left.

No man had left.

Salute to the hero’s sacrifice.

No fire can win 

all men’s unity.

The flames died next, 

leaving respect for all.

It was it,

his last protect,

his last Fire