Fire of the Kiln and Bones
Red, orange, yellow, white
licking at the wood so bright,
Burns the flesh,
charred bone colapes
gone, melted in to the flames,
As I burn to the last cell.
(After)
Bones of the dead,
Diffrent by looks,
but all hold the same story
of the flames consuming them.
Body, soul and faith
stolen by the devils hands
Copyright © Elissa Quigley | Year Posted 2016
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