Warded Seabee

Smoke

Once upon a moonless night,
A fire was the only light.
Growing as it took the trees,
Chasing out the birds and bees,
Rushing flames, an angry sea,
Reaching out its hand to me.
The fire stopped consuming more
For I alone twas hungry for..
I felt the cold intensity
Of my searing flesh empty
Out as ash flows to smoke
Taking shape in wicked cloak.
I rob the fire of its air to burn,
Coaxing its might to adjourn.
I exhume all trace of heat
To rebury beneath my feet.
I rise above the smolder
Looking upon the ruin colder
And think to myself, what next?
This existence so perplexed.
Worth so small no shadow cast,
Now a wisp of time long past...
Dissapating
Dissolving,
Hallowing,
Emptying,
Fleeing,
Fading,
Smoke.
Lost,
Sad
As
I
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