Fire of the town

Flames rising like a second sun.
Houses crumble, belch black smoke and debris,
The buildings grown their last laments
Unable to withstand the hell blaze.
A man stands at the fiery heart
Red blood stains his blue cloak black.
The blood of the innocent is on his hands
The pain of hundreds on his shoulders.
Death surrounds him like a shroud
This is his mantle now.
The name of death shall forever be his right
None can oppose his awesome might.
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