Out the window flames surge,
And in the city fires merge,
A world of acrid burning smoke,
By hay fields inferno stoked.
From my room I see the panic,
And hear every scream so manic,
Hidden away a breath of clean air,
Never before I’d thought it unfair.
Upon the glass an orange glare,
Heat rising up the stair,
Expecting reality awake from the dream,
To find the world just as it seemed.
For there stood fire, ever so bare,
And it came burning right up the stair.