Sparks, which ignite the fire, begin

With a simple raise of her hands

Answering, to the gods of flame

Bloodthirsty, their final demands

Darkness falls over, black is night

What’s left, is the flicker of a blaze

Seen from a distance, rising higher

This light, from the darkened haze

They urge her on, to her greatest feat

She conjures their greatest desire

Then leave her, languishing, in the heat

Of the flames, from her funeral pyre

 

 

February Writing Prompt: Bloodthirsty and Blazing – Day 10/28

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