The Firebreather

The spirit stirs and stays

Its breather; darkness drys

Warm wits a pyre to things

That are: Does this: Would see,

Stole sight, the sleeper’s night

Dreams kissed coal, smelt smoke hung

Over the soul, since, ashed,

The firestorm lungs its flash,

Thrashing the tongue flocked flames.

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