it on the fire.
Magic flames are dancing higher
than they ever dared before.
Mob countenance, still filled with ire.
Seeking yet more fuel to feed the fire.
Eyebrows singed, toenails burning.
Feeling the need of a great denied yearning.
Mine must be bigger!
Their countenance shivers.
To be a god or blame it all on them...?
Back and forth, the retorts fly.
They still can't find a reason why.
They speak of love with words
formed in an iciness of mind.
If they ever dare to speak of love at all.
Alas, the flames keep falling down.
No matter what they claim,
their raging fire's not divine.
The world is full of runaways.
Lovers that would never choose to stay.
Theirs was never bigger after all.
They twist and turn.
The fire burns.
Humanity's insanity shines on...
? Michaelette ?
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