Fascination
ckering beauty
Enticing force
To draw ever closer
suddenly, I'm toast.
Succumb to attraction
is to draw to the heat.
Conventional wisdom
calls for retreat.
If I soar ever upward
away from the flame,
I'll enjoy the warmth
and finish this game.
I hover in silence.
I hover alone.
Force and determination
draw me toward home.
There may be beauty and new opportunity in death, but am I ready for it yet?
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