I wish it was a wildfire
Instead of these crazy ghosts
Their movements–clean, clear and sharp
Precise as musical notes
We were fooled by their beauty
And enchanted by their grace
The wildfire never began
Yet the ghosts commenced their chase
Didn’t know what they wanted
Nor know who they really were
But my soul could not escape
Glow of embers in the blur
To this day I weep at night
My body lies stiff and cold
The wildfire that was my light
Escaped the depths of my soul
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