Dance of the FlameThe white sparks give birth to them;All in a moment they are gone.Roaring to themselves, the heat of their breathLittle cackling dragons, feasting wolves, their faces somehow sufferingThe revolt of a thousand people as they snap at the moths in the airHundreds upon hundreds fleeing from the ruinGoing up heroically as my stare lays fixed on their ascent,For that is what I see in my eyes so clearly, the dance of the flames.
Odyssey into '12 Ch1 Entry Bright was the moon that night as she gazed onto the small, worn piece of paper.It was as if nothing mattered. The silence was an empty abyss into only the fog before her. She looked at her hands, only to see smears of ink from her palms to her fingertips. Something began to stir.There was nothing there but the broken glass on the ground where vines had grown so deep in the iron gate.Zephyr. The word echoed back and forth like the ticking of a clock, with precision like a needle. Then it hit her.North, I must go north.She studied the dates on the map of her destiny. It wouldn't be enough to let her past.She stroked her hand along the leaves, and they were soft so that her finger bled. There was no indicator, only a bright light what looked to be hours away from the gate. Only her conscience and her calendar of fate. As she tied her boots with a very makeshift knot, she tried to stop the bleeding of her fingertip. She pressed it tenderly