Hallucinating
Under shadows of the sun
Brooding
Over a pensive of whirlwinds
The ashen sky
Sunk over the burning ruins
The clouds of rusted smoke
Roiling around untamed
Shrouding away all thoughts
From writhing imagination
Death
Morphed from fear to craving
Would soon overwhelm
Ceasing eternities
As the wild imagination of a burning child
Would soon claim the throne.
