Exedo
At first, it flickers, blinking in face of the world's bright lights.
With fear it strengthens, as not to be left behind.
Gently waving, emitting its own light,
growing, stealthily growing
With confidence it burns, eating, gorging
Flaming to new heights.
It will not stop.
It cannot stop.
It takes everything into its sweltering glow,
Pulsing, growing, raging fast and far,
Until its to late,
and then there's nothing more.
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