Flames

A splash of a deathly hue in vain,
and the sleek sickle played too foul,
as it met innocence's throbbing vein.
A cry of desperation lit up the walls,
and a portrait of disdain shone!
I placed a hand before the brightness,
and darkness danced on the curtain of light!
A slow trance, like a feather, fell,
and silence roared in its highest tenor!

He stood there flocked by contemplation,
and a burning heart in his broad chest.
And yet, while his heart got roasted,
he endured the pain. Only to burn his life away.

Why did he not give up the blazing heart?
Why did he throw his life to the flames?
A cupful of errors and it all boiled over,
and leaped to the heart of eternal light.