Flames

The storm blew the candle and FLAME was born

Royals were massacred but Blue Blood gushed on

Dread was in ashes and Phoenix soared on

Spaces constricted but Hearts grew fond

Burdens Belittled as Spirits were strong

Swords were melted as Pens flared on

Red carpets were laid

As the new King took on

The FLAME molded Substance into new Life form

Long live the King carefree of storms

The Paradise is HIS as FLAME goes strong

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