He was as bright as the sparks
dancing above the flames,
He burnt amidst the darkness,
Singeing those who were caught
In a trance,
He was mesmerising and magical,
Exciting and ephemeral.
I daren’t breathe, or,
I could ***** out his light.
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 11:21 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem