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demons, evil, fantasy, fire, Friday Fantasy, ghosts, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry

Cast the demons to the light
Wicked in their scorching dances
Eerily moving, shadows glow
The rhythm of their flame romances
As ashes swirl into the sky
With sparks you cannot tame
This fire burns into your soul
You’re taken as their claim
To join them in their holocaust
Ablaze with ruinous sights
The ghosts of malefic evil
Dancing in the heat of night
Photo and poem ©2015 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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