A fierce red flame
Dances before my eyes
Is it growing larger
Or is it a trick of light?
A desert out before me
As daunting as it seems
No one stands near me
As I'm haunted by my screams
A darkness overhead
And no stars to be seen
This is the weakest
I have ever been
A grit is building inside
Rubbing my insides raw
I'm not sure if I will
Get up after I stumble and fall
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