Paint With Fire
Pouring lava into a cauldron
Atop the highest mountain
In the light of day and
Not resting till the end of day
To paint the sky scarlet;
With passion in my heart
I venture out at the break of day
To accomplish a task of
Herculean proportion:
Flames splashed across the sky
In a panoramic display of
Red, yellow and orange with
Ethereal grace and beauty!
~Best short Acrostic contest by Andrea Dietrich
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