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I think it was just a century ago
Yes, I’m certain it wasn’t much longer
When I cast the spell of fire’s light
Twas then I became much stronger
Making colors dance, in rhythmic circles
While, below, Earth lit up the night
I stood high, above the mountain tops
Watching clouds, with mysterious light
Magical spells, calling forth my sisters
Let them rise in celebrated breath
Let them shine their light, in the darkness
Giving purpose, to their immortal death
I could feel my sisters, gathered around me
One’s who had passed, still in their prime
Banished by those, who misunderstood
I knew know, it was nearly my time
This promise, I make, to those before
I will never let you be cast aside
For you are the fire, burning in my soul
The reason you shall never be denied
May Writing Prompt: The century of certainty – Day 26/31
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you for sharing! ❤
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