Literature
Community Fires
The first to suffer under the gaze of man,
is the self, for it is the one alone that
lives in the cold terrifying, dark, Black.
To live, one must stay in the glow, the
bright of that yellow spirit.
And if a soul stays in the aura of such
a being of noble bearing, who’s
very presence fills one with light,
they might just live, for a day or two.
The village surrounds the
spirit, so fulvous in appearance,
in their nightly revelry, try to desperately
forget the inky, sable, Black.
But in so doing, to keep close to the rest
the individual is lost amongst the utter
cacophony, the complete discord of the crowd.