Embered ashes

Unquestionable uncertainty lingers like a cannon and ball

Yet remembering all our yesterdays upon our memorabilia wall

Those familiar family photographs hung up happily in the hall.. 
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Where that cannon is charged and all ready to fire

As we warily tip toe this taut tight wire

But theres flames combusted from those embered ashes and they are rising higher

And if you fall into that inferno you will blaze up like a rubber tyre

OH  MY GOODNESS ME!!!  CAN CIRCUMSTANCES GET ANY DIRE ??
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So decluttering your closets you sit on a lonely ledge

Where you listen to that crackling below on that burning hedge

Yon is a dusky demon as dry as a withered sedge