The fire

The fire is burning brightly,
Sends shadows run along
Right for the final target,
Awakened truth's a storm.
Fueled spitefulness comes hunting,
Grips tightly on each side,
No point in desperate fighting.
Fed flames will now ignite.
The panicked target's screaming,
It all is near the end.
The strings are cut, the lead's in
No charge to give commands.
Bright red in hollow blackness,
A shimmer of the harm,
The time has come to face it,
Reversed portrait of fun.
The show is up on stage now,
Roles switched, the audience's gone.
Cruel and uncaring hellfire
Will guide performers home.

The fire is hurting badly,
But there's a loud thud.
The door's been broken in there,
Young figure rushed inside.
First lead to start the harming,
With weapon in her hand,
Seeing the second dying
Ran straight to put an end
Herself to world of darkness
That she'd built out of woes,
Destroy the cursed vitae
And save the one she loves.
With darkened blank expression
But shining fearless eyes,
Fueled by determination
She wrenched him from death's ties.
Then send them to the fire
She once lit up herself
With careless childish smile,
To watch then how it spreads.
Still, deep inside she knew that
It went too far and hurt
Even the ones dear for her,
And it was all her fault.
She couldn't let that happen -
Her sunshine be condemned -
And nothing would've stopped her
From ruining fate's plan.
Insanity burns brightly
In her obsessive gaze
As she turns to saved target
And cheerfully then claims,
'My sunshine, it's all over,
I'm here, you'll be okay.
No need to cry, I promise
There'll be no more dismay!'
But target knew, it wasn't
Yet over as they ran
Looking up as the roof part
Was now falling on them