The flames lepted,
My heart skipped.
Things died,
While others fried.
He burned everything in sight,
I ran fearing the night.
He killed everyone,
while I laid still.
He burned the night,
Now nothing is right.
I wake in dread,
But he is still in my head.
My heart skipped.
Things died,
While others fried.
He burned everything in sight,
I ran fearing the night.
He killed everyone,
while I laid still.
He burned the night,
Now nothing is right.
I wake in dread,
But he is still in my head.
Oh I'm not sure about that poem since I made it up just now 
I could do better that is for sure.
Comments welcome
I could do better that is for sure. Comments welcome
