Under sheets of red flames dancing.

Lay the glow of glorious lore.


Staring brightly on the gazer.

Shifting with each inner pore.


Dancing, twirling, madly spinning.

All around the cherry core.


Drumming, piping, chants and singing.

Open wide the shifting door.


From red to violet, white to cherry.

Into oil and back for more.


Pounding, folding, deeply glazing.

Draw Gaea’s steel for glorious war.


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