Fall Harvest Flames (Patreon)

In flames she hangs, a sight so bright,

Scissors raised in the fiery light.

A pumpkin throne, a surreal sight,

Dancing flames in the dead of night.

Her gaze is steady, her form aglow,

A spectacle that the darkness bestows.

In the heart of fire, she gracefully flows,

A vision of beauty where the embers grow.

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