Fire starts to climb up, nearly touching the heavens.
The sound of crackling wood sounded like a death wail.
But what of the air that chokes and sighs?
When another body starts to turn to ashes and flies?
...
O valiant Derek, clad in blue's proud hue,
A steadfast guard where law and honor grew.
With resolute heart, you faced the urban fray,
A bulwark strong against the night's decay.
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