Fire. Emergency. Rescue.

Wed, 07/17/2013 - 13:23 -- tbish15

Why does fire have to be so fatal?

How it locks in the house,

like a baby in a craddle.


And the flames, they choose to shine so bright.

Could they lead me the way

on this dark stormy night?


Would I follow the orange as it lights up the sky?

How it changes the clouds, 

to the color of my eye.


And will someone die?


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