Silence beckons the mellow echoes of gasping,
of the broken old white haired lady.
Flames compete to rise against the thick spiraling smoke,
"beat the woods", said they, thrusting another poke.
The soul left for abyss, the brain bubbled out between the molten fleshes,
finally found peace when soaked into the morning dew, settled on ashes.
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