Conflagration
seven days on knife edge
flash of a razor blinds the eyes
smell of ichor boils the bloodstream
paper absorbs pus
black liquid remains
its heat burns the mouth
ignites imagination
its composition is made of colors
sound alternately with silence
brilliance fills darkness
wolf hunts a deer
living organism dies
six hundred fourty goldens
dickhead what do you imagine
cathedral burns at night
conflagration spreads to the city