Inspired by “The Flame” by Jackson Pollock
A warm glow flickers, casting dark shadows,
Men and women dance before it
Life and darkness, good and bad, all intermingle before the pyre
The flame rises and casts it beckoning light farther
The beasts before it cheer
Its light a flickering deity
The cold darkness attempts to enter
To attach to the beings before the flame
To pull them into it's hug
But the mighty pyre pushes back
Its heat envelopes the people
Nice and warm, a mother's embrace
The shadows are cast back
The people safe
The pyre burns brighter now
The once cold dark is gone now
Only warm, beckoning light remains
A constant hope, a dream, a god.
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