The Twins

The Twins

Clouds in the sky
the lightning devours
A tree is in flames
Screams echo afar

Her hands red,
skin peeling,
Blisters that grow
and a smile on her face

Drop, Drop, Drop…,
Aurora, the sky is on fire,
Drop, Drop, Drop…,
The landscape is charred

Her head tilts
the smile fades
Her eyes pierce the smoke

A pain in my head

“This world is not yours
nor is it mine.
The flame may consume
but never be confined”

Her hair catches fire
Drop, Drop, Drop…,
Her chest turn apart
Drop, Drop, Drop…,

The ground - a black puddle,
seeps into the dirt
Aurora your hair is on fire
I want you to stay

And so she will dance
from ember to ember
The ashes fall down
She taints the December