Spelled

Fire pyre burning light
Seer my heart deep in night
Colored red with blood and toil
Filled with puss of a dragons boil
Cast in stone betwixt fools luck
Harpies skin clean and plucked
Fit and fiddled into dough
Blessed by falling flakes of snow

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.