All I see is a thousand lights,
Sparks and flames buzz through the air.
Clashes of crimson and red, Paint murals across the sky.
Eyes all glitter,
While I hear the crackle of the wood.
The sudden whoosh of fire,
Glares at me while I cower in my hood.
Why Is it me?
Why do I hear these screams?
Smiles linger around me,
But all I see is Fawkes's eyes weep.
A man with soldier's craft and skills,
Whose soles belong to the nobleman to slay.
Now on this wet November day,
I see him crumble in cellars deep beneath the deck.
How do you laugh and live,
While he gets dragged by his knees.
Half-dead and coughing,
His eyes bleeding.
Though he attempted treason,
His smile held no guilt.
'Cause he knew the reason,
No one else tried to seek.
- Saumya <3
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem