dancing flame burns between strains.
Rustling of fire evoking ancient memories of battle royale.
Dance for me this last time,
Dance for me this last night.
I remember my birth, I accept my death.
reverently thank the fate that it has given me shiver.
blood Rosa, Rosa
of fire.
Plana delicate petal to the floor.
echoes the thud of a thousand battles.
desperate cries, screams
ever heard.
I enjoy the intense scent one last time.
jet rose into the fire, and welcomes the flame on its final journey.
I grab the ax, and like you, Rosa,
I also savor the last moments before succumbing,
Wrapped in my last flame.
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