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Emerald flames rise and consume,
Corpses of the lost shall be exhumed.
Finally everything will be reduced to ash,
And the world will implode in a green flash.
Embers from below constantly grow,
Not a soul can understand how to stop the flow.
Could this heat be not of physical form,
Started from a tormented emotional storm.
Lightning of grief, thunder of sorrow
Rains of sadness fall like theres no tomorrow.
The eternal wildfire will not be expelled,
Until the monster inside is quelled.
Haunting and powerful. An apocalyptic vision stunningly expressed “Corpses of the lost shall be exhumed. / Finally everything will be reduced to ash,” in the end is shown to be avoidable, but not without effort on our part. Bravo.
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Yea. It is powerful.
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Deep recollections, darkly so. What an emotional storm indeed, guess can only be pacified by the pen.
your writing is awesome. thanks!
I especially love the final stanza–wow!