burning lights

spotlights cast me in the spotlight
above the screams in the night
reaching hands pull at my seams
and, under the moonlight, it truly seems
i am an ethereal sprite from unanswered dreams,
but, beneath the bright light,
lies a churning sight where streams
run dry,
and the light of the fire
burns the esteemed into a shaky regime.

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