The Flame - Poem by Devon McElveen
The flame, it burns ever so bright.
It shines so strong when there is absence of light.
Feed the flame and it continues to grow.
Watch the dancing red-orange glow.
It spreads, sways and moves with speed.
It consumes all it contacts with thirst and greed.
Flames so beautiful illuminate the night.
They rush through the air like a bird takes flight.
The burns it inflicts leave behind dark ash.
The flame gives birth as it engulfs and grasps.
It knows not right from wrong as does a young child.
Now watch the flame as it continues to run wild.
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