The Great Fire of London

The Great Fire of London

Through narrow streets where embers crept,

A restless city burned and wept.

From Pudding Lane the flames took flight,

And turned the dark to dreadful light.

The air grew thick with acrid smoke,

As timbers cracked and towers broke.

The river watched with molten eyes,

Reflecting fire upon the skies.

Men cried for water, hands in vain,

As heat consumed each street and lane.

The churches fell, the markets groaned,

A city’s heart to ash was honed.

Yet from the dark, a spark remained,

A whisper where the fire had reigned.

Through dust and ruin, magic spun—

And London rose with morning’s sun.