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The Flame
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Sparing none,
It spread far and wide,
Embracing its victims with a death's grip.
it's knuckles charred with greed for destruction.
no breath can stand it's foul odor,
as it spreads upon us so brightfully,
but it is dark.
make no mistake,
its brilliant light only decieves you of the darkness that proceeds its wrath
it's breath crackles wickedly
as the sound of it's howl
evolves our feelings of hope into despair
its smokey eyes piercing through us all
choking our thoughts.
we rewind what was left of us with the time that is left,
as it's grip grows tighter around our necks.
our lungs can feel the burn.
chapter after chapter
our story is turned to ashes
temperature rises only to prepare us for the cold
its grip
colder and colder,
ending our story
without an end