This is a free-verse poem. Note: Nothing states that the word fire should be in the submission. If not, I can revise it.
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You release
You give yourself away
To the rhythms of evil
The blanket that surrounds your being
The dark covering the sun's rays
What's left to do, is leave all behind
The ending you have awaited for so long
Let it touch you, caress you toward death
As it leads you to the depths of your pitiful nightmares
You're alone now, to die as dust
Nothing lives, you look around
You feel the heat and let it envelop you
Internalize it, and you may live to see another day, another life
Deny its help, and the man with horns
Comes, takes you away
To live another day
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And that's more than 50 words. I'll revise it
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