The Fire Rages On
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Tempest flares of embers burning
Hell hath come this nearing town
Every vision fuels the turning
Fearful now of going down
In the glow, this caustic flaring
Reigns collapse as days prolong
Endlessly the souls uncaring
Reaching for the sainted wrong
All alone, midst throngs of people
Gathered ‘fore this destined mass
East of here, the fractured steeple
Soon to be of those who pass
O’re the flames of truth appalling
None shall hear their mournful calling
9/3/19
Written for: Pick A Title, Vol 8 - Acrostic - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2019
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