Dying FlameA Poem by VironykahDying flame, that used to flare, a yellow, bright, flickering glare Where has your spirit gone away? It used to burn in such a way That could put hope into anyone's eyes
You used to burn bright and intense and burned with heat and burned with passion. The light let off was not immense, but was presented in a firey fasion
now all that is left...
is the glow of your cinders. © 2008 Vironykah |
Stats
168 Views
Added on October 28, 2008 Last Updated on November 5, 2008 AuthorVironykahAboutVisit this website! I made it. Make your own banner at MyBannerMaker.com! My display name translates to peace+love in french. French is my favorite of the Romance languages.... and i love cresce.. more..Writing
|