Poem: Sunset

“Sunset”

Is this the final fire of the world?

These red flames burning like my blood, they enchant me even though they can destroy me.

Life-blood, warmth, my kindred spirit inside of fire.

I know you from some long ago place—when I was a root.

You helped me see with your light.

A beauty and damnation more powerful than any naked lady.

I hold you close to my heart and turn to ashes.

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