Still in the Night

By Ron Smith

The fires take you,

In your house burning.

Your arms outstretched,

I hear your screaming.

The moon shines down,

Illimunates the firey ground.

From the window you tumble,

And the smoke gusts out.

The gate squeeks open,

In the distance sirens wail.

Your hand feebly reaches out,

But soon falls back down.

I look back once more,

Your house, and you,

The flames consume.

I drop the final match.