Firedancer
Spark ignited first to fifth
Azul a roja to yellow golden orange
Whipping past thru cold nights blast
Whisping and wooshing so
Around around to circles path
Above below and again
A clapping and a roar
A hoot occasional holler
Frozen night air blocks not a thing
Shapes found only in cosmos above the earth
Rings circulating planets
Gas and heat and refractions of light
Creating a flawless atmosphere
But as it always is
All things must end
One to one to five all flicker
Fading waning existing no more
The moment ceases in its entirety
All rejoice and honor so
The occasion they just witnessed
All dissapate to whence they came
Thus is the tale of the Firedancer!
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