Firebug
!
The
new - found toy
of the little boy,
Striking the match to flame,
And then the thought:
"I must find a place,
to play my new found game."
The
tortured - pain
watching the flame,
Burning the house to ground,
And then the thought:
"I wonder if
they'll be found ?"
The
blistered skin
of his next of kin,
Hacked from the burnt black stone,
And then the thought:
"My family"s gone -
now I'm all alone !"
The
lonely game
of going insane,
Played by the maniac,
And then the thought:
"Mind going black -
revenge - attack, attack!"
The
frenzied delight
of the burning bright,
Flames leaping higher and higher,
And now the thought:
"Where can I start
my next bright burning fire ?"
The
blazing eyes
watching the fires,
And the clouds of billowing smoke,
And then the thought:
"I'll warn them next
and make a bigger joke !"
The
red hot creeping
of the fire leaping,
Closer all the time,
And then the thought:
"I am insane
I'll end this life of mine !"
The
steady pacing
to the fire racing,
To take his life away,
And now no thought.........
As they carry
his burnt body away!
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