Fire.
Fire is a dancing maiden, upon the precipice of the chasm. She flirts with death, kisses the edge, and jumps back in a blaze of red.
Her name is Amber, and upon her shoulders her red hair burns.
She was born of Timber and Lightning, her caretaker, Air.
She kindled on most anything, save for the cold, clammy hands of Water.
She removes the oxygen from your mouth, filling it with Sulfur and Ash.
And then, leaves, quickly, only lingering in spots uncertainly decided upon.
But, remember Her, for when she does return, to turn from Her path, and flee, flee to the sea.
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hmm
I like.
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Wow. So very intense! I thoroughly enjoyed the ideas behind your work. This was awesome!! I especially took to the first few lines!!
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wow. This is beautiful.
Good job on this. Keep writing!!
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this sounds exaclty like one of my charachters
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~TIPS HAT~
Hmm. Interesting how you capitilize "Her" sometimes, and then don't, and capitilize "Amber" as well. Very interesting indeedz. ~strokes beard~
I'm not sure if you are referring to an Element or a person. With the whole first stanza, it sounds like a woman; but then in the second stanza, it seems as if she transforms into the Element of Fire itself. I get the image of a succubus dancing on a moment side around an open flame, that then dives into the fire and becomes one with it; and, at the same time, I imagine this fire reaching out and kissing me and filling my mouth with ash.
An excellent and curious poem.
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