Encompassed by an edge of red,
The grey propels within,
Crackling crisps with no incite,
Brittle pulp, ever so thin,
Smoking black, terrorising black,
Makes us all live in fear,
Mangling the receding contents,
The virgin flame turns impure,
Then the edged red wave livens,
And the grey don't disappear,
But though the black vanishes,
It still dwells within my fear.

It stings when I reminisce,
All the excruciation they endure,
My sleepless nights invested in,
Merely finding them a cure,
Drearily eyed and dourly glum,
Benighted and banal, still I peer,
Though the black, it vanishes, for now,
It still dwells within my fear.

The singe begins to deepen,
Transmuting all I see to blur,
The vanished black resurges,
Along with all I fear.