Licks of heat against the infinite sky

Swaths of red tasting the expanse of black

Crimson glow highlighting the features of passerby

_burying the hidden in darkness_

A different kind of fire than the stars

A great mass of flame

Compared to pinpricks of white

_smoke crowds the senses_

_the cries of those who were too slow_

_howling wind overtaking them_

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The breeze dances with the fire

Its flailing limbs touching buildings

And you almost want to touch it

It’s nearly close enough

_so much noise_

_so much heat_

_so hot_