Orange flames rising higher,
Flaming my heart's desire,
Cheeks burning,
Dripping in sweat,
As my skin,
To ashes it shreds,
Still walking tall,
Never afraid,
I'm a fireball!
"Burn fireball, burn them all!
I'll be the one left,
Standing tall,"
A red sky above me turns to blood,
As my voice booms like thunder,
They can see me,
They can hear me!
My enemies run for cover,
I rise even higher,
Above them I will tower,
And one by one,
They cower and fall;
Every one of them,
Hear my thunderous call,
As I continue exploding
Like a fireball!
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Carol Ann Townend
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Comments (2)
I love the energy in this poem and the way it builds up with the flames rising higher.
Wow, this is very powerful poem!!!!