Quilling Leaves

United States

I love to read and write. I like the books Keeper of the Lost Cities, Percy Jackson, and Wings of Fire. I could rant for hours about Percy Jackson. I think Keefe is best for Sophie. I like the night sky too. I also believe in Jesus Christ.

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Raging Eternal Flame

November 23, 2017


I walk through the burning forest,
​my glassy eye reflecting the flames.
Charcoal streaks on my face,
​sweat beading my forehead,
​and running down my neck and back.
​Heat wavering in the air,
​buring the surroundings.
​Flames erupting and sparks flying,
​smoke rising and suffocating my lungs.
​My hair singed at the tips,
​but I continue to walk along the scorched ground.

​My palm stretched,
​my voice ringing out,
​just as fierce as the rebelling flames.
​My throat begins to burn from the smoke,
​a bout of coughs escapes me.
​Through my blurring vision I catch a flicker I knew so well,
and hope pours is anew.
I clear my throat and my order is thrown into the air,
​demanding for the Eternal Flame to return to me, the Protector.

​A little arrogant flame breaks from the raging fire,
​hovering reluctantly above my palm.
​Our eyes meet before he turns to look at the burning scenery,
​my voice brings his eye back on me.
"Is this necessary?"
He remains silent as he turns into a torrent of fire,
​sucking all the flames of his Eternal Flames back into his control.
Leaving everything charred and broken,
​scattered and messy.
​He slowly shrinks into his normal form and stand upon my waiting hand,
he bows his head to me before I send him back to where he came from.
Keeping him safe any harm,
​before I slunk off through the wreckage and out of sight.


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