Challenge
The world around us is on fire and here I am just writing this poem. (rd 2)
Use the title as a prompt. Poetry and prose entries welcome.
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The End
As the flames rise to the sky
Cinders fall before my eyes
I sit in a stance of stone
It is only I, alone
The words flow freely from the pen
To tell the tale of what might have been
Words of anguish and genuine fear
Of the destruction, that is near.