The Fire - Poem

It was cold,
It was dull,
But someone set out into the night,
Leaving the fire behind.

An act of love,
Was now the act of hate,
As it engulfed all that was left.

A touch of fear,
Crushed the soul of the mortals.

It was a tale to be written into books,
Nearing the end of days.

The land of dreams,
Blinked in return offering emptiness,
Turning them into a King for the fools.

It was a circle of horror,
North of the fall chasing the splendour.

Tears of the dying,
Dripped to the feet of the evil one,
As they gave it all up.

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