Fire Magic

The kindling is piled and the logs are logs are laid
The match is struck and the fire begins
Feeble at first and slow to take hold
But at last it blazes to life
Dancing with light, repelling the cold
It plays with shadows and calls mysteries to mind
We bath in its warmth,
Swap stories, smoke and drink wine
And at last the end of the fire comes
Jewels of rippling light
Holding off the dark of night
Conjuring memories of the distant past
Of talks of the hunt and plans for the next
We watch the last of the hovering flame
And in the shrinking light
We feel the magic in the night.

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