FIRE IN MOTION

Can you see the fire in motion in the wild,
Uncontrollable flow in total devouring
It burns with intense rage in the red
Unforgiving and unrelenting,
The hissing of the rage
Cant quell the urges for immortality,
Strayed in the vastness are the ashes of the dead,
The bright orange in the halo of the utter red
Shall be spread in the uneven,
Where the trees of giant ambitions shall
Succumb to the rising temptations of a frail cause,
The vastness is of a common grave
For once common sky to weep
But cant calm the spread,
The flow is unstoppable
Like a maniac in glee
Over smokes of lost breaths
In aimless pursuit of a lost soul
Who can never boast to be free
Who was burnt to the core,
Seeing the opening fields,
The trumpet of the night
Shall be of the lost,
The only voice admist the painful clutter,
The rising of the flames
Shall only let go in one acceptance of the lords verdict,
Is he smiling above or has the judgement been deferred,
The face of the mother is scorched,
the arms are bruised,
While the ashes of the children
Is lost in the tatters of a maim soil,
The hiss of the fire is affluent with hate
While the bowing of the dying is not a salute
But asking for pardon for no wrong done,
The kings have risen and fallen,
But this falling shall never be followed by rising
Where the monstrous glee shall prevail
In the lone survival of total annihilator, the fire.


Ritesh

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