The light flickered in the dimly lit room
And went out with a hush
It moaned and creaked
As if it was hurt
And there I saw myself
Bright as the flame
Not as fragile, but still in pain.
And as I flickered in the dim
My embers grew with the wind
And as my flame burned brighter with the day
I knew that my life was saved.
The light illuminated the dimly lit room
And brightened with lush
It sung and roared
As if it lived
And there I saw myself
Bright as the flame
Enlightened and forever engraved.
About the Creator
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Hellbringer
It scorched me—his flame. It gripped my heart and burned with a passion that wasn’t human. It bellowed from the tips of Hell where it festered and flared until it flocked to the Heavens above. And there it stayed locked into his eyes of wonder & thus to my lips he caressed with his own.
By Aaliyah Buchanan7 years ago in Poets
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