by Ethan Flatten

Drawn to the flickering firelight
A night, rife with circus sounds
The flame, full of promise and warmth
Covets, embraces and surrounds

Crimson glimpse and emerald eye
A fickle and fleeting play
A dance, a drink, a summer sound
Fade wistful by the light of day

The minstrels slow, the music fades
Embers remain of fire once bright
Merry people filter away
Fresh with the echo of the night

Quiet, not a soul is around
Cold footsteps flanked by sorrow
Each day, the dawn breaks with no sound
Silently plodding on the morrow


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