The flames lick the walls,

The beams start to buckle,

Photos bubble and burn.

This place was a home,

A haven of memories,

Now charred to a crisp.

Beds made for sleeping,

Food on the table,

Everything gone with a spark.

The sound of the wood,

Eaten by fire,

Crackling into the earth.

The sun starts to rise,

On a smoldering husk,

The smoke is all that remains.