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Naught But Soot

Naught 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.