ashes spud, the dragon is loosed.
The unquenchable sprout forward, your
flames tell the tales of who you are.
The swords of Victorian Knights is no match.
Napoleon on the battles fields is just passing
memories. Juan-A-ore, Alexander the great, you
could mark, on to compare.
Brazen electrifying energy, wave of powerful
thrusts. The ever predominance of those green
eyes, nothing excepted the rolling, such
endowment, antiquity will not find.
Allow us to come close ravages in your
dimensional sparking lights. Falls of fire, you are
what gives us hope in our illusive hour March 16,2011.
That is my take today on "FIRE", certainly there is hope to live by.
copyright2011.
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