Your sonnet burned itself
Into our minds
A brand held lightly
Yet firmly pressed
Screaming its smoky life
Released into the world
To bring ruin upon us all
Cities lie in ashes
In the whispered echoes
Of your love.
© Erik Hansen 2014
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