The Burning Carousel

The burning Carousel A fire raged in the darkness that resembled a postcard sent from hell It was destroying the once beautiful vision that was the old town Carousel Large striking white horses that in the past stood like angels in the night Were all now fiercely burning as they cast an eerie sight The smell of the charred wood and the plume of ash in the air Left a tearjerking memory to the workers on the fair A disturbing insight into mindlessness certain people possess The flames rose in the air caused by those who couldn’t care less Blistering heat was getting stronger with every hour that past The sounds of loud sirens finally filled the air at last Gone was the wonderful paintwork resembling times gone by Now there were black patches that made the ancients cry What now for the old Carousel? With so many stories yet to tell