The fire ravaged the ruins

thought it would burn down the palace

but already the floods had swept it away

to somewhere it had never gone

a place, the flames could never torch

 

The tree grew many miles tall

to give shade to its petalled friend

but little did the tree know

and forgot to see

that the flower had wilted away seasons before

 

The waves grew up a storm

to break the spirit of the ship

all it saw was what it thought could never be

broken planks, torn sails

a lone shipwrecked soul at sea

 

How do you light up something's that damp

and how do u make the dead speak?

Wouldnt it be wiser to talk when spirits are alive

and couldnt you try not to exorcise?

How would it feel at the end of the day

if you knew you got there just in time?

A plesant smile to remind you

that atleast you did try.