The flames rise higher,
Higher and swirling they entwine.
Together and masking the forest dance of so many divine.
It begins with the first blast of cold, the shield covers the faces
And beckons those chanting the fire song to sing in unison.
The last figure it sees is upon the moon and in this cocoon of warmth,
The last note of the fire song dies in unison.
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