A Lilac Flame
As the ember's last glow dies down
To a small pale pile of amber ash,
I rake across the smoldering reamins
In tonights one final rite and act.
All The room's candles have died out.
No shadows are alive to be cast about.
In this pitch dark my sunken heart heals
From a lilac flame's lingering hot scorch.
To a small pale pile of amber ash,
I rake across the smoldering reamins
In tonights one final rite and act.
All The room's candles have died out.
No shadows are alive to be cast about.
In this pitch dark my sunken heart heals
From a lilac flame's lingering hot scorch.
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