Moonlit flames risen up
the grasp of an earthly spirit
that gives its life to become
one with the light above.
Around the one who lit the spark
just whispers of the nightfolk
both of fur and wispy smoke
what do they say?.
Hear, hear,
the words of aged fear
here
warmth brings a drop of nightmare
She blinks as the fire dances
and the voices dissolve into distance
no more looking back
once dawn breaks the night
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