Red fingers of flame licked his body
Devouring every part of him
Creeping into his burning arms and legs
He screamed, willing it to stop
He had never wanted to be brave
But badgers never falll
All around him were the fiery pits of hell
The devil himself consumed his body
Reaching up and tearing out his beating heart
Another life taken for a worthless cause
His name would be carved into stone
And everyone would remember him
Sky Ellis.
Here is a poem that doesn't rhyme. This is Sky's experience of death.