A sparkling rise from which the flames of a tyrant erupted. The climb of a spark creates disruption. I couldn't see the red flowers as they quickly rest opon my curious eyes. The crackling and crunching sounds make my demise. The heat pertains to an intensity from which my weak soul can't handle. Wether it be from a wild fire or a continous candle. The burning waves crash against my skin. I know now that I will never be able to fight back nor win. As the flames take over my hapless body, I glimpse at the last scene I could see. Which is the raging conflagration that is taken over me.