Firelight - A Poem

Weave the tale
of unspoken worlds,
a place where only
the mind can go.
A fanciful maiden,
a forsaken war,
dreams of a pesant,
wild stories and lore.
Sit by the fire,
speak of a place
where elves still roam
walking in grace.
Beauty by day,
death by night,
never to forget
a man's lonesome flight.
Come and share
in the finest of wines,
tell me your story
and I'll tell you mine.
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