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[walkinbackstage]

and when the night was young she'd glance at the moon, hung on the curtain of a setting sun... footsteps pitter-pattered beneath her as visions stormed her head... It went up in flames so fast - she just couldn't smother the feeling~ and as she sat there quivering and watching the blaze she knew wind would spread the fire- leaving barren ashes at her front door, but what could she do? Really that's what she contemplated over and over, and as the possibilities turned in her head, she realized time passed her by~ though she was walking forward, her mind and vision kept to the moon... and hours later instead of turning her head towards the rising sun, she simply waited for it to come into her view~ stationary- and once into view, it was leaving her again.
Now she keeps her eyes closed and follows the warmth, embraces it before she opens her eyes, an inferno to burn through the masses.