TolkienInspiration

 Recall to me the stories of the night.
 Black, fragrant pines weave curtains
 all around
 as tribe huddles empty belly to the fire.

 Beyond my back chill eyes watch,
 ears of foreign spirits listen to the tale
 told by tooth gaped mouth,
 of danger and of safety,
 of lean and full,
 of love,
 of fear.

 The stories live forever in the
 breath of gentle flame which
 softly kisses hand that lays
 dry wood upon the center of
 the light.

 
 Fairy’s garment
 streams behind, long
 hair cascades,
 tooth gaped mouth calls
 stories from the flame.    
 Forever, eyes reflect the gleam.
 Yes.  
 

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