Playing With Fire
He was just a boy of five or six he did not mean it,
it happened so quick.
But the orange glow in his eyes did shine,
he felt the same every time.
The fire took control with it's light,
he had no fear only delight.
Ashes rise in the air the smell of smoke,
he just stares.
Quietly waits and watches the fun,
until all the fire is done.
Until next time he thinks in his head,
he smiles and then goes to bed.
JSergi
Contest: Playing with fire
Copyright © Joseph Sergi | Year Posted 2013
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