I am not dead, and neither is my pen

[kid_poet6]

Sound the Alarm: Coalition of Conflagration

sound the alarm; the fire is dying
the trump lit candle called the fire
now fades and fades
the light is almost gone from a desolate place
so ring the bell of excitement
and gather the masses round; bear witness to illumination
as it fades on into the night
have them pay their respects
of regrets and wishes for radiation
extended forthright to warm their faces
the conflagration; it grows the weaker
so bring your kindling of conversation
and dont forget the matchsticks
made from hope and selfish solicitation
amongst the legion
let the whispers never fade
for without the spark of genius
and the drive of a tortured soul
the alchemy of our fire
will never blaze aglory again
ring out all the dreamers
and convince them of our plot
without the cognizance of chameleon writers
the inferno cannot encompass
the darkest havens within our hearts
make one last call to us all,
these so called possessions known as poems
must never be allowed to wither weakly away
sound the alarm; my fire is dying
the strongest wick has begun to fall
ring the bell of excitement
and gather the masses round
these brethren of vast lucidity
must refuge the last of the embers
known once as the fury of my fire