Naught But Soot
N aught but soot Far away in the moon light, Faintly, could you see A flicker of a fire In midst of everything. Dimly lit, it stood there. Dying slowly down; Flooded in such colors As the break of dawn. How far way it seemed, Fairly close 'twas it; As it slowly faded; leaving naught but soot. By Evelyn C reon