The Amber Room Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

There's a real hell I've traveled to
Planted inside a syringe
Amber liquid like arsenic
Deadly Locomotion—
The gentle streaming
The deception

There's a conflagration I can paint,
Wet and thick with death
Inside a plastic cage
Tubular, filled with furious rage

Such hysteria in this inferno I speak of:
Gates—one, two, three, and four!
Should I have to elaborate,
On the rest and what's in store?

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