French Fires.

French Fires.

There was a revolution, of some type of bloody standard
more than ever.
 The fire started harder than any fire that had ever
started before.
I was in me it started! To leave!
This place, to venture to places of rebellion!
Then I began to see french fires everywhere.
And I couldn’t stop, it couldn’t stop!
Seeing them, so I have to run back now,
to my old town and my maiden that could be
all dead and destroyed now, somehow and
I died when she and the town still survived.
The flames all extinguished as life became what you know to today,
what you know today!