Excellence In Writing Award in the 'Dream Big 2013' competition

The fire burns right to the soul,
Its lifeless eyes a sight, behold.
Monstrous limbs, of flame bright,
Suffocating those of innocent light.

The flickering tongue, flesh it tastes,
The burning corpse, of death it wastes.
Quick, quivering, fingers reach,
Around the skin of those, beseech.

It’s hair of smoke, its bone of pain,
Drives the victim’s mind insane.
And its teeth… the last you see,
Consuming, after the final plea.


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