The candle light flickers violently as the wind flows in through the window. The only existing light extinguished.
Out at the horizon sits a great tall tower lit on fire. Gazing through the glass, wondering if the flames will travel.
Will it float away, or can it enter through the front door of the wooden house. Unshelterd or crumbled under an inferno. Maybe it won't happen after all.
The great tall tower no longer stands against the even greater flame towering over it.
A strong breeze of warm charred air fills the atmosphere.
A gray hue engulfs the world surrounding the rock the tower once stood.
Smog and dust collect on the window. The only thing to wash it all away is the hopefully shower rain.
Pray there won't be lightning or thunder so as not to start another one's slumber.
Let the tears run with peace and wonder. No more pain. No more fiery flames looking to eat more prey.
There won't be any meals to eat when the hunger strikes. There won't even be a soul to feed. They'll all be dammed in a lasting slumber.
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Remembering that nothing is permanent. Even if it is crumbling around you, you might still have something left. There'll be peace after each war. Nothing lasts forever, not the good, the bad, or the fiery flames consuming you.
Please do comment if you have a different interpretation! I would love to hear it.
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PoetryMy poetry is only to fill blank pages. You decide how to color it in. That meaning, you can interpret the poems the way you want. I only put the words together, and you decide the rest :) Yet another poem dump for my unorganized mess that is my poe...
