I wade through the tall grass
I hear them scream as they flush past
'They' say demons lay wait in the jungle brush
I tell 'them' hush and heed the rush
I spark my flame and set to blaze
Feel your eyes and they begin to glaze
Mend the sky the smoke as it rises
Demons delight in our vice
Amongst the ashes I fall
No one hears my waning calls
The wind blows and with it the fire goes
But these ashes have become stone
The darkness is cold yet never grows old
Now we wait, we lay, and wait.
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