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Autumn Fire

Just as the cold fingers of death
Creep up from the deep
Begin pulling
Pulling
Down
Down
Down

You reach your arms up to the sky
To the dying golden sun
And embrace life

Even as it bleeds away into the ground
It streaks up into your fingertips
Up
Up
And then explodes in bursts of flame
You will not go gentle

Sparks fall to the ground
Raining across the land
As it echoes on and on
Your last hurrah