Script of Fire
Once again, it changes and becomes so rearranged
All of life and all I know comes through to me estranged
I know not what is coming but the fire burns ever brighter
The glowing script of fire burns through the pen on to the writer
Heat of life burns through me now from bone right through to skin
The churn portrays the swirl of life and with it all I spin
No cold can chill these bones
The thrumming overtones
Ring boldly through the air to shake the sea
The thunder is a swan song call to me
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