Running
Running i hit the ground running the pads of my paws scorched by friction no time to care no time to slow down i was late to begin with now the game is merely one of catching up when i'll stop is anyone's guess there are always more trails
Gaki (poem)
But, could i view your moonlit skin, it would scorch my soul to cinders.
Art
Both engraved in soul breathing till their demise pages scorched with heat functioning with a smirk or sulk founded on fictions beliefs or heartfelt warmth unison of all employed by self-worth
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book IX Chapter 22
They painted, painful, burning scorch marks across the top of his nose and extended forelegs.
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Ice cold wind scorched my face, looking out over the balcony of the castle. a gentle tune playing in my mind_i wasn't always this way, i once stood in this very spot dreaming of life and its wonders, now do i seek to destroy it?
Revelation
Landscape too, was scorched and empty, though this was long ago. the factions fighting soon agreed, their methods seemed a bit unclean. they switched instead to chemistry. though this was long ago.
Snowflakes
Me with unadulterated disdain in those faultless eyes of your's you'll look bitterly your snowflake touches lingering upon my form you'll be ruthless, i know merciless, i'm sure in your silent torture of me and you'll violate me whole send me to scorch
Oasis
I have this dream night after night that i am alone in a desert of scorching sand and i am so very thirsty i walk and i walk and i walk aimlessly it feels as though i walk these circles endlessly my thirst never quenched and i feel as though i might
A Dragon's Poem
But they always think differently with burnt crop and scorched rooftops. i love the princesses from the highest room of the tallest tower. oh the look on the hero's face is priceless, when he sees that his prize has been devoured.
In the Service of Mystery (Pt. 22)
'certainly don't want a scorched bottom!' she spluttered.
Ragnarok - XXIV
It gouged the stairs, where varr and the old man had stood away as could a spoon through cold whipped butter-cream, but they had ducked, had rolled under its palm as it passed just above, just near enough, to raise a hand and touch, and lose it, scorched
The Forever War, Chapter One part iii
The ground outside the trenches was scorched deep browns and blacks, and now resembled more of no-furs-land. ace glanced across the wasteland between the front lines. behind the horizon he could just make out white glows.