At the Stake

A tree stands tall, without wavering

The air is crisp, all around

An outcry is heard, and heard even clearer, without barrier

A spark is made, and grows into the most acute flame

A level heart is drawn into the scene of discrepancy

Where it must submit to grave compassion

Reviews

[Aswin R Prasad]

Great Write.. Enjoyed reading it :)

[Paramount]

Danke. :) And ah, new face. Haven't seen you around.

[Aswin R Prasad]

Oh.. ;) I guess we'll be seeing more often from now :) Yeah..I'm new :)

[Paramount]

Haha. And I guess we will. When I find the time, I will look into your works. :)