As the final flame dies out,
Vanishes in the cloud of smoke –
Realisation shall take centre-stage,
Heat shall cease
And the heart,
That it was worth playing with fire.
The wilting desire,
Gathering like an army,
Clustering at the spawn of hell-fire
& bearing its wrath among those untainted souls..
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