Round The Fire Poem by Dillon McKenna

Round The Fire



Ye who gather round the fire, and clutch its warmth in shivering fists
Do not let your eyes grow tired, or your heart hard from want of bliss.
Look into the dancing flames, into the eyes of the angels
There is whispered their hidden names in august and ancient fables.

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