The breeze failed to sway, His rhythm is fading. So he is accused of murder By souls in salty fluids. His son is on rampage, The sun of a fading breeze. Why would his father be murderer When he is the cause? He burns within, unseen. Water can only cure his Effects not his rays. As long as the breeze is fading, He is the scorching sun That shows not in sky. Sleep speaks not rude to Master of sleeplessness. Rather, it begs for a chance To rest its burning head. He will k** us now, Leader to external shelter. He wouldn't spare our souls; This heat will cremate us. - See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/11908199-Heat.-by-OrlieturnHadarms#sthash.xLEXPtC9.dpuf