Afire Dawn

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The combustion roared

it cracked, destinely in concentration

beauty in the eye of the beholder.


A holocaust

it sheltered the exceeding energy

sparking with ignition and vigour

vitality was written all over it

how yellow turned to red and red turned to death

blood was a seeping flesh

a melting stream to deliver such masterpiece 

but a lair of luring deep misfit.


A ring of fire, crazy when you come close

it spreads across the distance and sprinkles the poison

the inferno tosses its head back in laughter and spits a flame

it will eat you alive, a voice whispered

and there I was, crisped to ashes.

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