Title: Beautiful End
by Hannah from Essex | in writing, fiction
They jumped and danced, swaying in the soft breeze, twisting round one and other. Tall and majestic, bright as jewels, completely enthralling, luring your eyes towards them as if by some invisible force. Yet you had to drag away your gaze, haul your mind to the present, demolish the dome of control they placed upon you, failure to do so would be your downfall, at their hands you would die...
I often find myself captivated by fire... but i am not a pyromaniac!
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