Flames

*been thinking about fire*

Slowly licking at the tinder
As the flame begins to grow
Biting softly at the branches
Used to fuel our beauty show

Eating hungrily at the wood
Placed upon the fire frame
Taking time to devoir
Putting every bit of wood to shame

Devouring each shred of bark
Of each log before it burns
Cleansing each before it’s taken
And to soot and ashes it turns

Giant logs can be consumed
By the flames of this great fire
Many come to see this work
And they watch and admire

Slowly however the flames diminish
As the pile runs out of wood
Shrinking to a petty coal
Then out of life for good

All that now remains is ashes
The soft remains of life
Burnt out, complete exhaustion
An answer to all strife

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