In this grey smoke, a flare fire strikes.
Igniting.
Razed, it quivers delicately swaying.
Moving slowly a rapid savage flickers.
Creeping destruction forth and forward into the haze, of rumble and ash, the night dies blackening.
But we are, but the air cascading.
Breathed intoxication, we burn choking into this atmosphere.
Fading, into the smoke.
Smothered.
Authors Notes: Thank you immensely for reading this little piece about fire. Art is by *88grzes.
Once again thank you for reading and just enjoy my works.
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Fiery Fire Poetry Collection. (Its fury in poetry)
PoetryFire based poetry mainly. I do so hope if you read this that you immensely enjoy what is conveyed.
