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…He leads her away almost carrying her.
They disappear into the blackness beyond the ring of flames.
They choke on the oily smoke, blind with tears.
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Within the flames
A voice sings, farewell, to the stars…
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The fires glow against the horizon behind them.
Far…far…away.
She cannot see them with her eyes but she feels them still.
She will always feel them.
Red… Like the Rowan.
Red… Like blood.
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About Sue Vincent
Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of
The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with
Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at
France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs.
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