By Lisa Scupham

One spark of a match has fallen fate

The foolish friend's life burnt

Destroyed frailed photographs of his past

Fire safety they had not learnt.

Candle alit knocked down by arm

From deadly, devil dreams

Flew off his desk side table and flamed

Is what makes doom it seems.

Soon the fire from Hades' hell

Consumes the home around

Hell and heat the fire blazed

Too late are the fireman's sound.

Ashes are left of friend and house

Families weep deeply

The pitiful awareness of what fire can do

All that survived is memory.