Flames On a Page

The most valuable of all Is the only story ever told Written carelessly, yet meticulously An impending novel unfolds The scroll is etched with a fiery hand Smoking down the page Racing against the hand of time To record abundantly prior the blaze Countless days and countless hours No chapters too short or too long Moments of joy and anguish lack not Nor decisions right or wrong With simply no time for rectification Fashioned over allotted duration Flames arise with each turning page As the narrative turns to ash in a grave