With a nod to John, I give you a foray into poetry. I have also a story in the works; I shall post it soon.
Turn about; check behind
Try not to rewind
Forward in your mind
Looking for a sign
Catch me grinning; faces sallow
Fingers dipped in tallow
Burning till I'm hollow
Learn to lead and follow
Doors unopened; broken windows
Moonlight o'er the meadow
The red of glowing cinders
Light enough to wander
Burning man, whence art thou
Whither the wind, the howl
Lone night wolf, alone you prowl
And alone you take your bow
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