#ReverseChronology
The ashes cool, the embers fade
The fire's out, the damage made
The flames that once danced high and bright
Now reduced to smoldering night

The smoke that choked, the tears that fell
The screams that echoed, the story to tell
The heat that scorched, the pain that seared
The memories that will forever be feared

The spark that ignited, the flame that grew
The fuel that fed it, the fire that broke through
The kindling dry, the tinder sweet
The match that lit it, the fire that would repeat

The hands that held it, the heart that desired
The love that warmed, the passion that fired
The moment's peace, the love that shone
The heart that beat, the love that was known

The couple sat, the room aglow
The love they shared, the fire that would grow
The night that started, the love that began
The fire that burned, the love that would span

Here's a poem that unfolds in reverse chronological order, revealing the story backwards:

The ashes cool, the embers fade
The fire's out, the damage made
The flames that once danced high and bright
Now reduced to smoldering night

The smoke that choked, the tears that fell
The screams that echoed, the story to tell
The heat that scorched, the pain that seared
The memories that will forever be feared

The spark that ignited, the flame that grew
The fuel that fed it, the fire that broke through
The kindling dry, the tinder sweet
The match that lit it, the fire that would repeat

The hands that held it, the heart that desired
The love that warmed, the passion that fired
The moment's peace, the love that shone
The heart that beat, the love that was known

The couple sat, the room aglow
The love they shared, the fire that would grow
The night that started, the love that began
The fire that burned, the love that would span

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