Seated by the gallery,
looking out into the star light.
Wishing to relive a tragedy,
the loss of a soul, this very night.
Hanging on the wall, a faded print,
memories of the past.
A certain scar that will never heal,
as then a lit match was cast.
If it was a dream,
we would have awoken.
But, now all I remember are his screams,
like a curse from a fallen totem.
Why must we burn,
for we never did sin.
As the flames turn to ashes,
I had to bury my own kin...
College assignment to write relating towards Gender Studies...
