In the chill of the dawn, he sought warmth,
Drawn to his fire, gripped by the colours.
The flames reflected in his eyes,
dark pits of blue.
Slowly the blaze grew, ever higher,
Feelings of panic, he lost control.
Who could help him, where could he turn?
The fire burned wildly,
the flames seeking fare.
Fiery forks streaked across the sky.
Violent colours lit up the bleak landscape,
The thunderous boom of explosions in the flames.
Burning light cut into his mind,
exposing the fear.
Noises reverberated in his head, pounding.
Surreal depictions intruded on his thoughts,
Images of his dead body,
lying in the flames.
The terror of the fire, flaring unrestrained,
Shaking wildly, he tried to escape his fate.
He screamed, as the flames grew ever close.
In a panic he felt a tight grip,
His mother's hand,
pulling him free.