• Tricia D. Wagner

Set the Night Singing #2.7

Darkness cannot hold the hill

that prismic light, in boldness, takes.

Blind night cannot snuff the joy

the twilight’s dancing hearth fire wakes.

He lifts his flagon to night's deep.

He speaks his stories! Red sparks fly!

Stars wheel on his golden head

as hours, for his joy, glide by.

A castled king, come dawn he roars -

in one fell flash - the dark is done.

An everlasting cheer he strikes -

the merry fire dances on.


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