The Devil's Painted Flame
The devil paints the fire-
but I find it beautiful.
Who ever knew the demon
can have such colorful taste?
He envisioned a flame,
red as a ruby, yellow like sun
and orange as the fall colored leaf
gently swaying in the whispering air.
So devil have spirit to nature's tune,
painting a flame off of Fall.
Struggling to be Evil,
he creates the perfect scenery
that puts me to awe.
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