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Click hereUnquenched, the fire-demon fills my bones
with burning, raw desire: a starving dream
projected on the night, a lonely moan
across the winter's ridge. The last resort
of sanity is stalked as cruel fangs
with amber eye-slits come on velvet paws
to get my blood. They'll only flee before
the smouldering passion's conflagration, wild
and all-consuming fire that flares to leave
its fertile ashes on the hungry soil –
it would take just one spark; the wood is dry
and waiting, frigid safety's restraint
has still not choked the waiting firewood white
but since the fire's too low the wolfpack's howl
of cold despair is at the door all night.
a fire hydrant,
looks like a parody but without the cue
didn't vote
although i should've
smouldering passion's
as a living thing...hence....one can see inside. TK U MLJ LV NV
The unquenched fires of lust bring with them the threat of insanity! Another kind of rage, eh? Powerful stuff!