Pyromania

At the Hospital: Those flowing fields of red in the wind The flowers abloom blow in the distance. The psychotic struck that night. Pyromania in the sky Aurora house fire on a cold night She was a lady who lost her knight. Left alone with two children in her plight. Busted and burst into flames, the body bled Into the notion of whatever remains, Then taken away to the hospital Dying in vain, for the psychotic pain. My mother said with a sense of dread That she once met her for tea at her house With those dark eyes and warm smile beguiling.