Well, here I am with another story, this one completely poetry. I should've known it wouldn't be long until I posted poetry here. It's in my blood, like plasma . . . only not clear, yellowish or . . . anything that plasma is. Anyways.

I looked around and tried to find a chaptered story made of poems, so I could take my cue from what they did, but never did . . . so sorry if this isn't the way it should be done. (shurgs)

Phillippa signing off!

Merzale: Flame

all I remember is the flame
hot, on my face, was I to blame
screams echoed through me
you can't get to me
I hide behind a mask
please, I beg, don't ask
sometimes I wonder, was I to blame
I am an orphan because of the flame

my life has been affected by the flame
lonely in my heart, was I to blame
whispers echo through me
you can't get to me
I hide in my room
ashamed of my doom
sometimes I wonder, was I to blame
I am always alone because of the flame

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