The House On Fire

It has been standing here forlorn: Now a burning house on fire; None’s here to rush or shout for help: There’s None for it a crier… A gloomy place this has been For past a year and score; I’ve known this place since kidship days: It never felt so sore. What else can I but do, Than watch and not respond— I feel the attachment weighing me down Now while I slouch in despond… (Quick! Fetch some water—do someone— I shall be its Crier— But it burns with much vigor— Flames are rising up higher) It’s always stood separate from all, In a state of mortal plight; I never, ever before, saw it Glowing thus, so bright.. …So, here I see a picture of How my thoughts could Clash, And witness in silence now, It’s disbanding to Ash…