Flickering Flames


United States
43° 7' 27.6492" N, 85° 28' 43.7052" W

Fire to ashes and ashes reborn
a once strong flame flickers and flails
as the wind grows stable the embers grow frail
then all at once it begins to prevail

the timbers ignite and a ferocious flame is seen
set ablaze with encouragement as though nothing can intervene
a wail is let out and the future provides hope
set free with happiness it begins to elope

all at once the end draws near, the future is dark with all to fear
as time draws closer and the wind gains speed
nothing providing for the fires needs
the eerie gloom falls hard upon the single spark with only one thing surrounding it-
the lonesome dark


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