The Fire Stairs

Here I am in my dream house.

It took me ten years to build this.

Until one day it was blazing with fire.

I had nowhere to go.

I ran to the back door.

The fire was dancing there too.

I was freaking out to get out from this dream.

I had no other choice to either come out or die.

I heard tiny voices almost like a whisper.

I looked right.

I ran towards my Victorian staircase with crystals.

It was flashing and glittering.

Now it is with strong fire falling to pieces.

I ran up bravely to get out quickly.

But the stairs broke massively like a promise.

I go run and run and run,

but I lost the handles.

I lost the battle.

I know I was almost there.

And I remember I was really burned out.

But here I am again,

Safe and sound,

in my new built dream house.