Flames Undenied

O treacherous Festival of Time,

while awaiting sparkling, tumbling light,

hot fires burning fuel renewed

will o' the wisp be drawn this night

So gallantly the flames'll try

to hide from quenching eyes

but roaring flame is not denied

and burns stronger when unsatisfied

The fires they burned mightly

blazing as they never did

A decision made

a thing mislaid

a promise in those twinkling eyes

On rubies the fire came

and two fires raging hot and bright

touched, and danced

and intertwined

dancing on a festive night

A burning touch,

so soft and slick,

dancing fire tongues did lick

Caution burned

flew up in smoke

as fires danced and ran amock.

-- Lord Rowanmantle, from the Night of the Dawning Year of the Unstrung Harp

 

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