Firelight

Firelight:

With crackling light and smoldering breath,

Destiny makes its mark in time.

Casting ethereal light, golden burnt orange,

As a beacon of warning

And welcome to all.

 

Colors swirl in a hazy, smoky dance

Set to the macabre tune of snaps,

Sizzles, and mob-filled hate.

My heat-kissed skin pales

Beneath the warmth.

 

It’s not me, you’re wrong!

But my voice is hoarse

From this punishment.

Too bad, you laugh

And you place the fire at my feet.

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