Flame
Tongues flickering incandescently
fiery hues of shimmering gold,
The aroma entices and beckons
where the log stands so bold
You hear the crackle and sizzle
as the fire takes its hold
My mind drifts into the past
bringing memories of old
The land beyond the fire
a tale, long ago told
Priscilla, Prudence, and Penelope
sisters that huddled in the cold
As the fire, little more than embers
ignited a spark in my soul
From the fireplace steps forth a prince
quite a sight to behold
He hails from the land beyond the fire
dressed in finery and gold
Looking into the fireplace
caused this memory to unfold
It filled me with its warmth
this precious memory of old
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