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Magic Fire

The old Indian chief
stared into the fire
muttering his chants
rattling his beads
a snake rattle rattles
he smokes his pipe
inhales the smoke
reads with his eyes
the way it curls
he  throws a powder
one of great magic
right into the fire
it suddenly flares up
an image is seen
he chanted and poof
all was gone fron sight
just a warm fire now
to warm his old bones.

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  • Diminished Capacity gold member
    November 3
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    Great imagery in this, and I absolutely loved the ending. Wonderful job, thank you so much for entering.