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Once upon my midnight's madness

Flashed the fires that proved so tragic

There in silence a spark ensued

Started small but it endured

And all of Hell came alive

Burning flesh and skin and hide

Leaving nothing for imagination

Ash and soot for instigation

And in it's greed it swallows all

The high and mighty , the lowest call

Nor even children would be spared

Their awful screams it does not care

And those trapped on upper floors

Jumped the windows by the scores

Onlookers screamed at the scene

As mothers with children came to end

Not until it satisfies it's maw

Did the flames fade and flaw

Allowing firemen to quench it's thirst

It's all over but stills the worst

Such shock has has stunned us all

Why did so many have to fall