by Timothy Cox

Created on: November 04, 2007

The fire within
It burns away fiercely
And never shall it emit such flame again
But once on that swollen man
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The light surrounding
Its force would blind thee
And the sun could not challenge it fairly
For it was the power of the man
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And the heat
Its warmth a tempting comfort
But it would scorch and blister its foe
And it was built around the man
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The colors so bold
They frightened each other

And into a dance of rage they would go
And they fought in circles above that majestic man
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Memories themselves inside
They became etched in the mind
And memories more than memories would exist
And the memories tortured the abused man
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And the fire
Built by the memories ignited
Seeing the light was a trip to the theater
And the theater became the physical appearance of the man
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When the fire burns
And the memories flicker apparent
No being will be able to stop him
No being but the nature of man itself
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A tear will come
It will slide down the cheek, now red with heat
One at a time with cool liquid
And regret will come to the man
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Hatred will come
Joy will come
Confusion will come
But the regret shall always envelope the man most
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A scream will come
It will rip open the air, now congested of smoke
Again and again with terrible shrieks
And pain will come to the man
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The burning will slow
Memories will again become internal
And the flames of death will subside
Just to return again to the mauled soul of the man

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