The Great fire of London...

The skies blushed in crimson with passion,
There dreams were shattered but still moist,
Their homes escaped into the cauldron of destruction,
Does this fire flare to unite?

Destruction had crossed the parameters of peace,
The fire laughed at their misery,
Created immortality with ease,
The mockery of itself is a mystery...

Seize this land,
With great heat I could,
I'm not sure you'd understand,
I'm just not that good...

How would you imbibe fear,
Love so Aphrodisiac,
It would create tears..

But as you fear,
I devour you homes,
The ghost is neat,
Unless it's there in your soul...