Fire

Like feathers on the arrow
you quiver,
driven, upwards by a wind.

Reds, oranges
yellows, and blacks:
beautiful and severe.

Your blue is not the blue of peace
but of war.
Hell-fire. Purifying.

Fire:
you burn so near to my heart.

 

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