Arson
i watch the inferno slowly hasten;
my only work destroyed.
the way i walked a certain pace; in
a silent joy i've toyed.
my work itself was ment to go;
so bad i do not feel.
but watching as it starts to slow,
and seeing a paint chip peel,
the joy in which i take is gone.
i watch the inferno stop.
my child i took so much time on,
is dead with a sudden drop.
This poem was written by Artemis Fowl III on May 31, 2007.
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