Poem N°2 - Fire of Reckoning

A house engulfed in raging fire's ire

No surprise from her, the burning pyre

Soaked in alcohol, a reckless mire

Couldn't ignore the problem dire

It was doomed, don't you see?

The twisted path it chose to be

The course it took, so carelessly

Illusion to believe the world's carefree

You're cruisin' for a bruisin'

How blind can one possibly be?

Losing's a thought you're refusing

Nonchalant coolness, oh can't you see?

Snow's icy grip, a creeping freeze

Your fingers clatter on the keys

Eyes widen, a mocking tease

Desperation? Or twisted glee, if you please?