Her shell is Brittle
Her soul is all Burnt
From a kiddie Game
Of Hide and go Seek
Within a dark Space
And nowhere to Go
Not a sound was made
But a giddy Heart
No flashlight in Hand
Yet a single Match
Lit up the Hallway
For a second or Two
But not before Long
Match comes to an End
Soft fingers now Singed
Match falls to the Floor
Old carpet Ablaze
Such a rapid Pace
Children get Trapped
Lost within dark Smoke
A firetruck Comes
Ladders raised great heights
Widows were broken
Children Liberated
An innocent Game
Of Hide and go Seek
Made her shell Brittle
Made her soul burnt Out
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