Stagheads and Castles…

Fires, when left burning, can bring the greenest forests down. Tangerines hanging in the air, wringing the fiery crimson out of lives, devouring upon the beauty, leaving behind corpses; what a shame? Fires that can warm hearts, feed hunger, chase the dark away, can also cause an apocalypse when lit by the hands that are …

That fire…

When I walked through…. Fallacy… The heat of these dancing flames... it feels like a taunt at my crimson wounds. The sly scarlet mocks my fears...as I stand here, in front of this great wall of fire. These flames...they rejoice their might, they celebrate their terror. They laugh when they prosecute the innocent, they frown …

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