Flame, Dear Flame....
Your flame-seared name...
It burns...
When I learned of you,
Dear Flame,
The games you play,
The hearts you slay,
When I found this out
All thoughts of you
Just went away
And all I'd left
Was my shame
This feeling gray
No more words to say to you,
Dear Flame....
When I first learned your name,
Dear Flame,
That was what it was,
All it would ever be:
You name, Dear Flame...
Now I am back at the forge,
Refining these weapons,
Turning pikes into blades.
Dear Flame... You made me this way....
The hammer heats...
I forge...
Weapons...
Of words...
Flame, Dear Flame....
This poem is about:
Our world
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