He can still hear the screams

Of the ones he couldn’t save.

Fleeing as the fire gleamed

Couldn’t keep their souls from the grave.

Fire burnt, fire seared,

Scratching, sniffing, licking high.

He won’t shed a single tear,

Just tells the dead goodbye.

He had wished to save their lives

But knew they will die anyway.

Even if they had survived,

Everyone dies someday.