Crimson Flame
Crimson Flame
By: Adam M. Snow
Born aloft a pure amity spark,
feared by all hatred and sorrow.
Lighting its way throughout the dark,
it grows with every morrow.
In the vastness of one's heart
it forever burn.
It was here since your start;
yet with some, their backs they turn.
Burning its way through all aspects of life,
yet hidden within by some.
This flame suffers with much strife,
and many, many souls becomes numb.
Was once for the pure affection,
Now it suffers darkened demise.
Hatred becomes its infection,
And every heart soon cries.
It's not gone, nor shall it ever be,
you may not know it just yet.
The light will make way for you to see,
and shines brighter with not one regret.
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Crimson Flame
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