| Master of the Flame He lit the flame of a pure white candle A flicker of life growing higher a sway of his hand this way and that fanning the flame of a pure white candle He gently blew and it grew a bright orange red Giving it life with a tender breath, blowing this way and that, fanning the flame of a pure white candle Dancing and weaving to the spell of its master the flame knew no boundaries Until taking a deep callous breath The Master pursed his lips and blew the life from a pure white candle JANDYH (c) 99 |
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