Naught But Soot

Far away in the moon light,

Faintly, could you see

A flicker of a fire

In midst of everything.

Dimly lit, it stood there.

Dying slowly down;

Flooded in such colors

As the break of dawn.

How far way it seemed,

Fairly close 'twas it;

As it slowly faded;

leaving naught but soot. written by Evelyn Creon