*Quick Write*

Sitting under the sheds 

Of inked sparkly nights.

Aflamed are the vermilion shimmers

The redolcence of entwined crumbles,

The coruscating glow,

Still a whirled inferno.

Beneath the inked sky,

Nerves malice flow. 

©err1585 (first post on TaleHunt)

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