The churning flames rose,
Lighting up the village.
The smell of smoke,
Filled his nose,
Making him smile.
This was what he wanted.
This heat.
This smell.
Stepping over mangled bodies,
He went to light up the world.
YOU ARE READING
Epigrams
PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
