~Fairytale about a Spark~

A little Spark escaped the fire.
The house burned to its grounds.
Left just ruins behind.
But nobody cared, nobody heard his screaming.

He was alone.
From the very beginning.
His mother died and he just suffered under his father's wrath.
There was nobody who cared for him.

The other boys just laughed at him.
They were not able to understand his behaviour.
The girls just ignored him.
They did not see his inner beauty.

He did not care.
The boy kept writing stories.
Drawing pictures about his dreams.
And he always smiled gently, when the sun sets.

Crackling and tinkling filled the air.
He got up and looked confused.
But then, as the fire touched his face,
He smiled tenderly and closed his eyes.

A little Spark escaped the fire.
Flew through the empty streets.
Left behind the cold city
And finally reached a silent field.

The night was moonless.
The Spark was glowing in the Dark.
Something rustled in the grass
And little fireflies rose.

They fluttered around the spark
Followed him on his path.
And he finally found someone,
He wasn't alone anymore.

Days later, some firemen arrived at the ruin.
Someone told them that the boy who once lived there was missing.
But they were not able to find his corpse.
They just heard a silent laughter and some fireflies passed by.