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I watch the dancing flame
as it flutters all about.
Our only source of heat and light
since the lights went out.
It's orangey color and fury
tells prophecies of old.
Since the dawn of time it carries
all dark secrets left untold.
And when it spreads with rage
destroying all that's in its path,
it leaves you in the darkness
during the aftermath.
Its light shines for eternity
and to cease, it shall never.
The flame cries out from inside,
as it will forever.
Copyright © Krystie Beale | Year Posted 2005
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