Burning is something beautiful
Flames licking the air
Reaching
Trying to get ahold
Just a grasp
A handful of the night
It tries to hold it up
But
It has no real support
Yellow flames
Gold
White, and red
Orange and green,
Lowering to blue
Just like the Aurora Borealis
The coals smolder
When the fire flicks out
Embers glowing orange
Cinders
And
Ashes
All that's left is black and grey
Shale and ash
Coal black
Sparkling in the sun
It kills
It burns
It hurts
Everything in its path

Everything about fire
Is beautiful.

The pines whisper in the wake of your fury
Shaking from the earth in chords
C
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            s
                m
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Winds whip at my royal fur
Grinding my night skin with frost and rime
I swear to you my sold soul is no place to sleep.
Love isn't accepted by these fangs of misguided  pride
It's in my burning hours you'll see my core
made of silver
And my eyes bursting with gold
Shoot me dead, but I refuse to back down
Light me anew purpose
And I'll still fall back on my instincts
Dragons have run their claws in my side
But I care not. I'll bleed a conceded trail
My paw prints left in the deep of space to the cedar forests
I run on for someone I swore an oath to protect
My poet is my blood in my veins
She is the words in my voice
She is my beating heart,
*.::.The only thing that keeps me going.::.

Ground hip bones
And sickened stones
Break a seal
The legacy of fear
Is the folding factor
Against the test of time

Ѫ Can Ѫ
Ꙋou
Ⴔ Wake Ⴔ
The
Փ Sleeping Wolf? Փ
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Θ Gravity Θ
( Centered )
ϴ Stars ϴ
\/ Aligned \/
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You are
ж My sense ж
⧭⧬ Of Conception ⧬⧭
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Ͼ  Lovers of moonlight Ͽ
շ In A Reign շ
Ӿ Of Cedar Ӿ
.::.Towers.::.
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Oh
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● Nail ●
Me
⥀ To the ⥁
_Floor_
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In the
փ Book of the Lion փ
It's
⇷Raining⇸
Ψ Violence Ψ

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Rain still falls
upon my shoulders,
green leaves slow dance
with crystal droplets
to the enchanting melody of
saturated skies singing,
spider webs wear liquid diamonds,
shimmering chandeliers swaying
like silent wind chimes on the breeze
and puddles act as mirrors
where I see my smile
as I head down a muddy path,
leaving lonely footprints behind,
walking towards the sunny day
*that is you

She is my soul,
When I lose myself.

She is my sun,
When clouds invades the sky.

She is my star,
When the others are far away from me.

She is my favorite sound,
When no music calms me down.

Her voice's the heaven's voice,
When the others are screaming.

Her mouth is my favorite poem,
When I kiss her i read Robert Frost's poems.

She is my first one,
And the last.

.
Grey
Blinds
Claw
○○○
At,
Subjects
Of
G­reek
Moonlight
●●●
A
parade
of
death.
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Weep
Like
The
Fors­aken
Poetry,
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"you truly are. "
.