Fire

The autumn sunset broke through the living room windows and door, her rays of powerful light showering over the brilliant yellow, orange, and red leaves which were shuddering in the cool wind. There were monstrous shadows thrown around, fitted with twisted and elongated limbs dancing on the front porch. A cackling rattle accompanied the breeze, like the dead drawing their last breaths. The leaves continued with their click-like laughter in spite of living the last leg of their short lives. Another gust, another sibling lost to the world, another shadow gone; swept away only to later be swept away. And, in the light of the fire, a young man desired to wonder of a similar fate.