Frame Story

Why did I reflect your red?
The flames just meant to burn
and not be read so deeply,
because beneath could be seen
through illusion, a shape--
a man.

The trees could feel it--
the electric blast from violet fire;
it split one of them in two, and
one half fell one way right away
but the other took weeks and weeks
to fall the other.

There there's a boy who waits
and waits
and waits
for the end of days...