My Post (2) (7)

The flame dances around
It tempts every crown
A fall to be sure
This call and assure

Coming to once at first
A drowning thirst
With a pull, with the urge
Every last drop, a purge

Every moment is written
No word is stricken
With deep hearts felt
Within they are felt

Dragging the past into the light
No good or righteous delight
Forever trapped in fear
Darkness, dread, death is near

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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