If I were a fire MY SPARKS
would leap out of the campfire
and spread my flames through the
dead twigs and pinecones
of the forest floor and
sweep through the trees.
If I were a fire I would dance. By Louise M
Dawn and Night by Gretel
Attacker of Dawn and Night,
Creepy, Crawly up the mountain,
There it lay,
Sunset arises sneaking upon the world,
A rock of road leading to death,
A path of terror.
By Gretel
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