This year, in English, we were compelled to write stories and poems as well as some other,
rather dull things. Here is a poem I wrote.
rather dull things. Here is a poem I wrote.
Beautiful
A small house stands alone
the roaring fire has swallowed
Up the neighbors’ homes
The young Pyro will pay
For the destruction she caused
When unleashing the burning inferno
The fire dances around and
Inside the little house
Bright embers soaring, laughing
Brilliant flames leap through the air
Yellow, red, and orange paint the sky
Screaming in delight at being fed at last
The young Pyro is laughing
As she is pulled away from
Her beautiful fiery creation
She rejoices for the wondrous sight
Eyes reflecting the flames like mirrors
Loving every moment
The small house is an inferno, hot and deadly
The fire is dancing its wild and wicked waltz
No amount of water will wash it out
Beautiful flames will explode in a wave
Of burning death and pain
Sparking the delight of the young Pyro
the roaring fire has swallowed
Up the neighbors’ homes
The young Pyro will pay
For the destruction she caused
When unleashing the burning inferno
The fire dances around and
Inside the little house
Bright embers soaring, laughing
Brilliant flames leap through the air
Yellow, red, and orange paint the sky
Screaming in delight at being fed at last
The young Pyro is laughing
As she is pulled away from
Her beautiful fiery creation
She rejoices for the wondrous sight
Eyes reflecting the flames like mirrors
Loving every moment
The small house is an inferno, hot and deadly
The fire is dancing its wild and wicked waltz
No amount of water will wash it out
Beautiful flames will explode in a wave
Of burning death and pain
Sparking the delight of the young Pyro
