#WritcoPoemChallenge
Into the flames rising out of a setting sun,
I draw in a deep breath before I run
Towards the huge cold mountains
To feel a cold burn in freezing fountains.

I'm running from the darks,
In search of black stars,
A moon with an ugly scar,
Someone near who's so far.

But so tired I'm to death,
Realized, my last breath,
That...