Fire.

All consuming fire. Who would have thought that death could be so beautiful?

Fire.

There's so much,

so much everywhere.

Fire.

I see it coming near,

it shines,

it glimmers,

it beckons to me.

Fire.

I think it's calling me.

Calling my name,

can't you hear?

Fire.

It's engulfed me,

swallowed me whole.

Agony,

it's all I feel.

Fire.

It was the death of me.