- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Pyre of Fire
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The clan was on a hill
lighting another pyre...
there in the twilight they
huddled in the cold night.
Underneath a full moon sky
the stars shone above.
The clan began to sing a
haunting song of spirits.
As the night air cooled more
they huddled up closer.
Winter began to set in there
in their world of ice and fire.
Their voices were pure as snow,
their harmony was perfect.
The Brethren were singing so
calmly and warmly in the night.
As they begin to tire they
fell asleep atop the cliff
still huddled upon the grass
as they all slept in peace.
Their voices were now silent
but their spirits all lingered...
from where they slept peacefully
as the pyre burned on and on.
Soon dawn rose and they all
began to awake yawning.
Their breath could be seen
within the cold morning air.
The pyre was slowly dying
as a light snow began to fall.
The clan packed up and left
the hill back to their village.
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