GHOSTS
At nightfall
The flames embraced him
Like a slender, long-haired goddess.
Strong and determined,
Standing tall as six people
Or more, surveying his domain...
Overwhelmed and ashen now,
Blackened, spent, skeletal -
The fiery waltzing ecstasy extinguished -
A ghost of outline left where
Proud delineations landmarked us.
Winter has arrived.
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