A Dying Flame Poem by Bloodshed 207

A Dying Flame



The final flame of this life slowly dies.
The shadows creep closer in anticipation.
The flame dances with the wind.
The crackling of the final embers and the howls of the wind are all that can be heard.

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This poem is a little different than the other ones I wrote. I think it's a little too short. If you want to help me make it better or longer, I would gladly appreciate it.
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