Flame Scape

Short on time, running, chasing

Where now?

Fog, smoke, flames, mist in my eyes

Trees are burnt, route is burnt

But I can’t jump to the ground, I’ll burn

Air is fire now, lungs shatter to cheap glass

“Did anyone escape, is that even possible?”

Striking the air with a leap of will, shrouded in hope

I fly through the blazing end, and then land

I still smell smoke, and I can feel a floor, at least I’m alive

A cool sensation flows over me, light, but luxurious

‘.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’ “Rain” ‘.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’

The searing lands temperature finally shallows

“When I find everyone else, we’ll fix this, soon.”