Lucky 7

We thought it was a nice way to die…
To be embraced by the blackening sky.
...but we should have known better.

We laughed as the fire kisses our tongues
and as the sweet smoke fills our lungs.

And then the flames go higher as we enter the pyre.
Together at last now and forever.

Even though it’s trite doesn’t say it couldn’t happen.

written by Miller/Bera