Flames

A Poem By LoriAnn // 7/21/2009

Rising upward to the sky,
Flicking black tongues of smoke,
like nightmare serpents
the village burns.
All of us have left now,
Only our flickering ghosts of flame remain
The dark ones hiss in fiendish laughter
As they divide the treasures we left behind
We can never go back -
The flames reach too high
They swallow everything -
Homes, hope, dreams, memory
Soon there is nothing left but ashes
And coals, still hungry,
Desiring to feed on our lost history
The flames die down
Only blackened bones of a lost existence
Lie smoldering under the smoke-cloaked sun.