Once upon my midnight's madness
Flashed the fire that proved so tragic
There in silence a spark ensued
Started small but it endured
And all of Hell came alive
Burning flesh , skin , and hide
Leaving nothing for imagination
Ash and soot for instigation
And in it's greed it swallowed all
The high and mighty , the lowest call
Nor even children would be spared
Those awful screams it doesn't care
And those trapped on upper floors
Jumped from windows by the scores
Onlookers screamed , no help to send
As mothers with children came to end
Not till it satisfied it's maw
Did the flames fade and flaw
Allowing firemen to quench it's thirst
It's all over but still that's not the worst
Comes the shock that stuns us all
Why did so many have to fall
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Yup - tis a good write
Thank you Michael Edwards for reading .
Somehow reminded me of 9-11. What with all the jumping and fire. Horrible scene nonetheless. Well depicted, and formatted, rhyming and such. Like it, but the subject scares the hell out of me. - Phil A.
I wrote that maybe three or four years ago and I have no idea where it came from . But I want to thank you MendedFences27 for taking the time to read and leave a comment .
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