Distorted Nocturnal Ballet Poem by Tiffany Rose Moczydlowski

Ashes drift, remnants of destruction.
The tantalizing flames dance and sway.
A vacant smile widens,
Floating beneath crazed eyes.
Entranced by this nocturnal ballet,
He drinks in the sight of leaping light
As it consumes the dark abyss
That clings to the landscape.
A sinister titter penetrates the air,
The sickly sweet smoke swirling about
In the same poisonous, breezy manner.
Low cackles escape the fire,
Accompanied occasionally by
A high-pitched hiss,
Strikingly similar to hysteric shrieks.
Amusement and contentment
Roll over his mind,
Shifting as often as the fire's form.
Heat radiates from the ruined remains
Of that which used to have meaning.
Shadows flicker over his face
As the innocence once cradled by his soul
Becomes as charred as the body.