Chill was the night
With cold winds blowing.
Far from the street, was a lonely house,
Burning the midnight flames.
Suddenly a voice could be heard.
Shivering and crying with pain.
The winds blowing with terror, and the
Windows dashing with eachother.
Slowly,the flames diminished and the
Wind blew silently.
A pause silence every where.
It was a battle of Life and Death.
Which has ended.
Early Sunrise suddenly a cry of a newborn can be heard.

Miraa.