AN: Something short I was playing around with for the On Fire Contest.
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A fine line drawn by a singed string.
Life, death; strange that two such different things should embrace,
press feverishly together, tangoing in a battle for survival.
Constantly licking at the surface of the other like dancing embers,
leaving burns, scars, that forever haunt the limbo.
Life-giving death and death-giving life reflected in the affray of light.
Scraps of fur that flee before the rampage of a clashed monster,
only to be enveloped in the death.
Descendents blessed with the side affects of the rampage,
the life that comes to soothe the death.
The balance of rage, the anger of life.
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Opinions wanted!

