I stand amongst the pillars of flame,
Watching what transpires,
As the blaze rages on,
Beyond my control.
I'm not being burnt,
But I'm watching destruction,
The embers of beauty,
Which flicker with light,
As they drift to the floor.
I never saw how this started,
I only view the now,
My forensic mind assembling,
How disaster came to pass.
And as I watch, detached,
From this structure that burns,
I hope there's enough left,
The shell of something great,
That I may walk amongst it's walls,
When the smoke has cleared away.
