In the ruins

by practicalspactical

And after the house of our love burnt down,
in the fire and brimstone of the flame deluge,
we stayed in the ruins,
we kept on living in it,
And played on and tumbled, yelled, and laughed
And one wall still stood, gray, but smiling,
And there we decided to paint our painting,
So we used the soot to coat our brushes,
and imagined colors into being,
and made a rainbow with the ashes