This is my grave.
My final spot.
The world is black.
The ground is hot.
The flame peels the skin from my bone.
I stand stuck within a scream.
Staring at the outside of my home.
"Run away! Save yourself!"
She screams eyes red and cheeks livid.
"Don't die. It is not your time!"
"Run my love."
I say, putting out my hand.
Seeing my skin gone, and my tissue singed.
I smile for a moment, and then sing.
The flame burns.
The world is ending.
My bones are brittle, and the sky heavy.
Softly I say with a moment to spare.
"Forgive me. I love you dear."
Now I am nothing but ash and thought.
Lying in a pile of soot, and rocks.
She cries over my remains.
And puts out the fire with her feet.
Desperately she grabs hold of me.
Lifts my powdered self into the air.
And throws me up, I'm free and light as a feather.
The wind grows strong, and blows me away.
Goodbye my love.
I hope to see you again one day.
