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The Flames
Contributed by
inkmaster
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Sunday, 22nd November 2009 @ 04:32:27 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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The flames lick the fire with a hot sinful desire, They rise into the night Ready to take on a enchanted flight, As the wood cries alone And starts to take on a chard tone, I can hear the names of my friends Clawing at the hot brimstone again, The light keeps the darkness at bay And a phoenix rises up from the shame, The flames are rising higher and higher As the wood becomes the flames attire, The wood screams out its pain and mumbles A ancient name as the cremation is complete.. Inkmaster. (C) 2009
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Re: The Flames
(User Rating: 1 ) by longhaircg on
Sunday, 22nd November 2009 @ 06:14:27 PM AEST (User
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oh my, as I repeat myself, awsome write
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