Burning Embers
Etched into my soul
Wretched and weary
The details of that night, make me weak, make me teary
We were but children, aged neigh twenty-one
The night the dark knight had decided to come
He snorted and scowled, and pointed his bony finger
From then on the coldness continued to linger
I thought he was coming, coming for me,
I knew it then, knew it immediately
The screaching and howling, they dared not hide his fury
The burning embers they hissed, like a serpent so near
There was not a bone nor a muscle that did not quake with fear
The night was a great one, all sun no wind
How quickly it changed, how quickly we sinned
Hidden from eyesight, we were up in smoke
Eyes all bloodshot, Timmy trying not to choke
See it was his first time, the only one he had
We convinced him to stay, to take the last drag
The cut of maryjane was rough, even on those who thought they were tough
He finished the spliff and set the roach adrift
Flung from his skrawny fingers, the entire cabin he had lit
Aflame in a second, the thundering sound
of an oil drum or gas tank, an explosion abound
The burning embers they scared us, they sent us in flight
I remember the fury, and screach of the dark knight
Timmy he lay flat on his back, we all knew we wouldn't be taking him back
A call to the sherriff, to parents, and priests,
The only thing I remember is the heart wrenching grief
For the burning embers they teased to no end
What signaled the symbol of the death of a friend.