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I am a bonfire
I let my flamelike tongue lash out and lick the air for drink
How good it feels
It gives me the strength to carry on my limitless inferno
I see a leaf
I snap my flame at it
It snaps, sizzles and pops
That is how I feed
I let small parts of myself fly through the night sky
like a terrible flair
Or a bird of prey
Soaring through the gloom

When the winds of the west blow, it is called Farror, for he is the god of all wind.

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The following comments are for "Bonfire"
by Farror

I really like the flow that you've got going on here. However, it could stand to have a little more life to it. Try some more descriptive words maybe? I don't know, but good start, definately.

( Posted by: Darkshine Raven [Member] On: September 5, 2003 )

I like this, but agree that there is not much life in the poem. I like the beggining. "I am a bonfire." Love it!

( Posted by: Rage2Fury [Member] On: September 17, 2003 )

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