flames had begun to consume
all of my childhood memories
along with my childs childs memories
soon everything i loved
was nothing but ash
in the time between
having everything
and having nothing
i sat down at my piano
my fingers walked along
the black and white keys
as the fire danced to my melody
taking my blue shutters as a partner
and then my white picket fence
i continued to play
note after note of musical wonderment
the fire took a moment
to admire the beauty of a classic
before sitting down on the bench beside me
the flames played their own sad somber song
alas i know in my heart
the flames music
could never be compared to
my version of yanky doodle
A contest entry
- Tea Time at the End of the World by fjola.
530 points, ended March 11, 10 entries
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This is very lovely and sad!
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