THE INFERNO

Like a ripple spark
Groans neglected for a bark
Actions that forbids rather spoken
Shouts of the survivors

Then into a sparkle
And in flame it goes round and round
Dividing issues rasing panic
The boisterous rested undaunted building
suddenly crumbling down

Then men with hefty height
Tacked to be notorious
But in this way find worthy
Of the fight for survivors
Heroes of the time
Ripper for no gain

The weakling round and round
With panicking fright
A disdainful look
Plead for help with eye-look

It crumbles to ash
Document of life
lies in vanity with a flow
That gushes in a swim
In a bid for survival

Words of pity fills the air
Eye of misery spins
Nowhere to run,to go
Left in the hands of tale
To tell a tale of the inferno