Today’s prompt was Fire Tempest and I give you a free verse poem that flowed out this morning. Enjoy.
Photo by Uzunov Rostislav on Pexels.comFire Tempest
Stride the swirling sands,
born of the solar winds,
surrounded by a thousand screams
of the dying
Wings of searing flames
unyielding beyond infinity,
bounded for an eternity of pain
and suffering
©2022 A. F. Stewart
Be Afraid of the Dark 
I don’t know why the poem reminds me about chaos and Shakespeare’s “The Tempest”.
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