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Camp fire

Fading fire folds the night
in around its dying light
A cloak on its shoulders
come crashing down like boulders
and beats the brilliant blaze
with horrors of darkest haze.
Wrapped up tight
in the depth of the night
its hidden heart smolders
like rotten wood moulders
and hides from the gaze
of its forgotten brothers' graves

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  • james119
    June 13, 2008
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    quite the descriptive metaphor. I like it

  • evelynxxoo
    June 13, 2008

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    again like the way you draw me into the imagery like two lovers having there night and then it gets cut short