The fire rages on (Acrostic)

An Acrostic poem to the title

Tempest flares of embers burning

Hell hath come this nearing town

Every vision fuels the turning

 

Fearful now of going down

In the glow, this caustic flaring

Reigns collapse as days prolong

Endlessly the souls uncaring

 

Reaching for the sainted wrong

All alone, midst throngs of people

Gathered ‘fore this destined mass

East of here, the fractured steeple

Soon to be of those who pass

 

O’re the flames of truth appalling

None shall hear their mournful calling

 

Reviews

[DIVYA]

An amazing sketch of apocalypse, chaos and fire.
This is such a beautifully done acrostic.
Loved the effect you created here.

[willweb]

Thanks so much my friend. I am happy you liked this.

[DIVYA]

Welcome. Have an amazing time.