The burning pyres

The burning pyres are calling out to you.

They wish to narrate to you

Their melancholy, their dystopian tales,

Of struggling for life,

Of suffocating for that last breath.

They are warning to you,

To get as far away as you can

From the paths which lead to them,

The grave roads of jocund carelessness

That leads the way to them.

They are trying desperately to

Cast you away from these paths of quietus,

As much as they can.

They wish to speak with you,

They wish to permeate your senses

Your supposed intellect, with some

Anguished whispers to avert their paths,

The paths which have led them

Closer to, and eventually into

Hades abode. They are striving to

Cast your humanly self, away from that doom.

Seek their hints, value their tales

Of avoidable predicament, all, while you can.

Because, if now, you dont,

All that shall be left behind

Will be, some unrecognisable heaps of ashes,

Which then shall, have no destination.

The burning pyres are calling out to you,

Acknowledge their truth.