Fia Poem by pedro moshood

The fire burned it deep from within,
Yet it was smokeless, though it
Reached the sky and enveloped
The dome of its thought, eclipsing
The goat's mind When ignited from its heart.

So right from then the goat lost its mind
As a day becomes a minutes, and months a day
Because its thought was no longer tuned with time,
Until it got too late for it to know
That the softest spot is the deadliest ground.

A story yet untold that Shakespeare
Mummified in the tomb of Romeo and Juliet,
Though a mere fable taken out of the figment
Of his imagination, yet just like year old kids
it believed it all and then theorized "love is blind".

Meanwhile, the echo rang louder from within
That it was all alone and wrong all along.
But like a foolish dog, it ignored the hunter's call
And headed directly into lioness' den, hoping
To have it hosted as a very important guest for the night