Alive, But Burning

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The night was chilled, the fire lit-

We sat around it all-

I saw the flaming of the pit-

Progress around the wall.



The world around me turned about-

In sight of that poor soul-

She barreled through the rigid slout-

Like a gigantic troll.



I screamed upon seeing the scene-

Running through the trees-

Baffled by the burning stream-

And sound of scrunching leaves.



And so I ended up right here-

Alive to tell the tale-

Without so much a scar or sear leading to the trail.





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