Dying Flame

Dying Flame

A Poem by Vironykah

Dying flame, that used to flare,

a yellow, bright, flickering glare

Where has your spirit gone away?

It used to burn in such a way

That could put hope into anyone's eyes

 

You used to burn bright and intense

and burned with heat and burned with passion.

The light let off was not immense,

but was presented in a firey fasion

 

now all that is left...

 

            is the glow of your cinders.

© 2008 Vironykah


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Added on October 28, 2008
Last Updated on November 5, 2008

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Vironykah
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