The World It Seems Is Ending In Fire Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

The world it seems is ending in fire,
As favored by the more passionate,
Whose first thoughts are of desire
Which kindles like the quickest element.

And whatever else comes to pass
It consumes its three rivals indifferently
Water and air to void and pallid gas
Earth to ash and cinder indiscriminately.

Not with a bang nor with a whimper -
Nor that hateful ice would ever suffice -
We will burn baby, spark to ember
In tender embassy of love - nice eh?

Dead water, dead sand, and burnt roses
Are where the story's ending smolders.