Flames On a Page
The most valuable of all
Is the only story ever told
Written carelessly, yet meticulously
An impending novel unfolds
The scroll is etched with a fiery hand
Smoking down the page
Racing against the hand of time
To record abundantly prior the blaze
Countless days and countless hours
No chapters too short or too long
Moments of joy and anguish lack not
Nor decisions right or wrong
With simply no time for rectification
Fashioned over allotted duration
Flames arise with each turning page
As the narrative turns to ash in a grave
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