A fire, they said, blazing red
Had eaten whole a house
And there, there was a husband, dead
Who cried over his spouse
“Twas on a cold, dead winter’s night,”
He sang, o plaintively:
“A red, tall fire, had blazed bright
Eating twas all to see
I heard my wife’s most pleading cry
Drowned out by outer noise
She screamed, ‘neath metal she did lie
“Go save, just save our boys!”
Her frightened eyes ablaze with fear
She tried to writhe out free
But she was trapped, the fires neared
In her captivity
And red sparks flew, she screamed, “John, John!
Help me, help me, o please”
Through the flames, quick I did run
From where sprang her shrill pleas
And as I dodged through searing flame
A beast tearing apart
Something in a cold twist of pain
Gripped all my frightened heart
Her scream as her the flames did eat
Raw, black and savaged flesh
“O, help me John!” my tears did meet
The flames,
“O, where are you, where are you Jane
O, I managed to yell
But all that answered was the pain
These crimson tides of hell
And then all fell silent except
The crackling flame’s fury
And that shrill voice inside my head
“Go save the boys,” her plea
I searched around the debris bare
Aflame with savage blaze
And to my dark, my cold despair
And all I heard again, again
Her plead, her cry, her voice
You’re their father, you’re that man
“Go save, go save our boys!”
But then somewhere, I heard the cries
Of the twins, tis too late
I ran, I ran, the flames did rise
And nothing did abate
And I ran into my sons’ room
And there I found to dread
Befallen on them blackest doom
For they were burned, were dead
I flooded up in sad tears, white
And with grief, fall did I
For all to this fire at night
My memories did die
And now I stand, I sing forlorn
O’er my family, dead
In plaintive elegies, I mourn
I kiss each of their head
And though that fire changed my life
Live I shall continue
In death with my twins and my wife
In a life, anew…
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 5:03 PM UTC
A fire, they said, blazing red
Had eaten whole a house
And there, there was a husband, dead
Who cried over his spouse
“Twas on a cold, dead winter’s night,”
He sang, o plaintively:
“A red, tall fire, had blazed bright
Eating twas all to see
I heard my wife’s most pleading cry
Drowned out by outer noise
She screamed, ‘neath metal she did lie
“Go save, just save our boys!”
Her frightened eyes ablaze with fear
She tried to writhe out free
But she was trapped, the fires neared
In her captivity
And red sparks flew, she screamed, “John, John!
Help me, help me, o please”
Through the flames, quick I did run
From where sprang her shrill pleas
And as I dodged through searing flame
A beast tearing apart
Something in a cold twist of pain
Gripped all my frightened heart
Her scream as her the flames did eat
Raw, black and savaged flesh
“O, help me John!” my tears did meet
The flames,
“O, where are you, where are you Jane
O, I managed to yell
But all that answered was the pain
These crimson tides of hell
And then all fell silent except
The crackling flame’s fury
And that shrill voice inside my head
“Go save the boys,” her plea
I searched around the debris bare
Aflame with savage blaze
And to my dark, my cold despair
And all I heard again, again
Her plead, her cry, her voice
You’re their father, you’re that man
“Go save, go save our boys!”
But then somewhere, I heard the cries
Of the twins, tis too late
I ran, I ran, the flames did rise
And nothing did abate
And I ran into my sons’ room
And there I found to dread
Befallen on them blackest doom
For they were burned, were dead
I flooded up in sad tears, white
And with grief, fall did I
For all to this fire at night
My memories did die
And now I stand, I sing forlorn
O’er my family, dead
In plaintive elegies, I mourn
I kiss each of their head
And though that fire changed my life
Live I shall continue
In death with my twins and my wife
In a life, anew…
Copyright Gleb Zavlanov 2013