Embers

Her hair billows out in the wind,

fanned by the breath of the lost

and the hope of the starving.

 

It curls like a kiss,

lavishing light and heat

with each one of their heart

beats.

 

She hums approval quietly

from under the black skies

she fights off with her beauty.

 

Stars twinkle overhead

and she hopes to burn

even a fraction as brightly,

someday.

 

The orange light she casts

is spellbinding,

enchanting men and women alike,

her beauty stuns all.

 

 

She provides comfort and illumination,

only asking for effort and consideration

from those she deems fit to spark

life into.

 

Angered by drops of water,

she crackles and hisses

a warning, loops of fire strands

diminishing, until she only lives

in the embers.

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