the fire was alive to her eyes
a raging, devouring beast
she shivered in the heat of the flames
flinched from the falling ashesthe crackle was to her ears
a hideous, deafening sound
the hisses like snakes
the roar that of some pre-historic beastshe watched with unshed tears
as her world was changed to black brittle ashes
which the hot wind whisked awayeyes and lungs burning
she struggled to breathe and see
through the obscuring smoke
hiding the force of destructionshe felt alone, forgotten
and yet starkly visible
as the flickering red flames danced
the deadly dance of death
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