Like a moth I’m drawn

to the flame,

As it swirls and flares

it’s never the same,

The heat 

the flickering light,

The hiss crack pop

my senses flood what a sight,

Embers their carried

in the wind,

The flames spread outwards and upwards

the grass it gets singed,

The flames they lick

they kiss and they curl,

Like an enchantress seducing

with heat and embers to unfurl,

The flames they call

a song seductively sweet,

An enchanting melody 

enrapturing those it does meet,

But with no more food to feed the flames

they just cannot last,

And with a splutter and cough

they go out with a gasp….

.x.

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