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But Kindling
By furnace burnished, and by flames destroyed,
A sword is tested, and a mansion razed.
Endeavours, fight, and efforts – all are void,
To quell a menacing, relentless blaze.
But in the midst of all the plaintive cries
A glimmer in the desolation glows
Ignited passion which can never die
Arise! Among the embers my love grows.
Alas, confused, to right and left, I’m led!
Into inferno, burning me to grey
I’ve lost our love and by the knife I’ve bled
By him, my red seducer from the haze.
Carry me away, gentle into night,
From tortured lands and forests all alight.
Copyright ©
Alice Reynolds
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