Burn

The Eerie Night crept through the window lashing out the delightful thoughts of the dreamer by its Sill. She skipped to her bed once the Moon set sail. The pious flame of a lamp float graced her tightly shut eyes. A Smoky Flame tinted the deep red Rose as it shimmered to life and burned to death. The brisk light glowed on the still waters while the rose withered spirally centric to the pyro axis. And so she slept through several dawns.