The Flame
White light, orange, yellow hot
Burning red, violet, blue into black
Never meant to last.
Casting all back…
The returning of the scar.
The flame is hot searing everything to Ash.
Burning blue two black
I know the die is cast.
The number of the beast a delicate mark…
The sum of one, nothing lasts
Creations end, the color of original sin
What was will be again?
Blue fade into black, feeling everything falling back
Turn of the spine scorching all black,
A final crime!
Nothing will last only drifting ash…
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2022
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