Nyki Thomas - Flames

The flames their coming.
Their hot, burning,
Fast, and fighting.
Coming closer,
Their coming right over.

The light is shining,
And the fire keeps burning.
Turning and turning,
It goes around
There is not escape,
And there is no sound.

It is to fast,
It keeps on burning.
Closer and closer it draws near,
Never stopping,
Never ceasing.

Nyki Thomas

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