The eye is captivated in the movement of a flame.
Light and heat, in air they dance
Moving by the flame of chance
Chasing dark like far of sun
Who through the distant sky does run
In mangled, twisted forms the grasp
With soft crackle and silent rasp
Onto existence short and fleeting
Till darkness comes like deaths cruel greeting
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