A torn and twisted silhouette
Strawlike chunks of hair
And long emaciated fingers
Wispy and ghostlike
Tugging and pulling at chains
Huddling beside a tree
Long dead, the wood rotting
An empty shell
The lips sewn shut by one's own hand
In an attempt to save all that is known
Dry blind eyes gaze outward sorrowfully
Upon a world that long ago engulfed itself into flames