The Burning Ones

I sat and watched the burning ones.
They came in twos and threes:
The night was their intoxicant,
And ardor, their disease —

I see them, too, in memory,
They’re everywhere about —
For when you are a burning one,
You’re destined to

Go out

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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