The music swelled, and they danced, lost in each other's arms. It was their last dance together, and they both knew it. He had to leave, and she couldn't go with him. But for that one moment, they forgot about the world outside, about the inevitable separation. They moved as one, their bodies telling a story of love and loss. And when the music ended, they held each other tightly, not wanting to let go. It was the last dance, but their love would live on, a memory that would never fade.
FPS: The Last Flame Challenge Winners
Welcome to our first Winners Announcement of the year and to the final challenge in the Fall Poetry Series. The Last Flame invited writers to sit with endings, using fire as a central image to consider what remains when something burns out: ash, warmth, memory, silence, or the faint promise of what comes next. The strongest pieces treated endings as gradual rather than sudden, allowing them to flicker, dim, and linger.
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Very nice!