Delivered from a goddess of purified scent;
I was ascended up a pillar of carved masterpiece.
Touching the ignitable material, awaiting my sweet blaze,
scintillation flickers, burning bright, my light will be content.
Incandescence sparks, fly through the density of nightfall;
I am alive, lunar light reflects in my dance of hypnotization.
Pyre piles have tried to copy my attraction, my ride of flames,
summoned by a goddess, used as a beacon, where gods hear mortals call.
Zephyrs crash, like waves upon my blockade, eroding my little lighthouse.
False pretences of disappearing, sway and slither in the dusk,
lullabies linger, lasting in the serene setting, of a ritual done in righteousness.
Rhythmic raptures, warp around my glow, crushing and concealing with bouse .
Last sombre samba of my rotations’ and moves, pressure increases to an emergency,
fluent flavourings of swerves and stretches come to a finished termination.
Distant memories will spread and scatter, lasting only in the storybooks of fantasy,
adieu my mortals, blow spirals of wind my way, to help me to the next urgency.
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Keep up the wonderful poetry sweet sis, and I really enjoyed this! Great job! 
