In the city of Yoar

The year thirty eight

Solmin found himself stuck

At a time very late

With a thoughtful light frown

He slept as though dead

Still sat in his chair

Too many books read

In the book room was he

Open tomes all around

In a dream did he see

Some wood in a mound

He stared for a tic

Unknown what it meant

As he gazed deep in thought

Up in flames it then went

So sudden the action

So confusing the thought

He was shocked from the vision

To reality brought

Not a second he wondered

What could it all mean

'Fore the answer was clear

The air was not clean

A sound a floor down

There came quite a clatter

He arose from his seat

To see what was the matter

But touching his door

He found it too hot

His hand was now burned

An escape this was not

Silent fear entered him

So he called out for help

Some floor then fell in

His shout turned to a yelp

Surrounded was he

By shelves heavy with lore

The boards weakened with flame

They fell through the floor

What was he to do

With no path through the door

He lived three floors up

And had no wings to soar

Still he ran to the window

In search of some hope

Not stopping to look

He knows there's no rope

So he shouts loud and far

As folks in the street

Now realize the house

Houses not only heat

The searing heat rises

Flames leap and they soar

Smoke now becomes choking

He can't take any more

In his last desperate cries

To make breathing less hard

He lowers his head

But he leans out too far