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Beginning to Love the Color of Flame
Black smoke blots out the moon, 
sinking into the night air. 
 
From a minuscule phosphorous sheet 
it burns an elysian gold. 
 
A beauty that will depart too soon, 
becoming naught but a night prayer. 
 
Soon infernal reds and blues dot the street. 
The final embers depart with a whisper. 
 
Like any living creature, 
distinct aromas permeate after death. 
“The same fate to all ye who approach” they say. 
I pick up a charcoal. 
Just warm. 
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Inspired by the song パイロマニア (Pyromania) by いめ44 (Ime44). A thought piece on pyromania, similar to the song in that aspect. Unlike the song that has undertones of what exactly caused the pyromania and pain it causes, I only focused on the feeling that must come about and threw in a religious reverence for it.