Gather ’round the campfire’s warm embrace,
Fire, oh fire, a force to behold,
A mesmerizing dance of flickering grace.
Its power envelopes us, fearless and bold.
In the cold night’s grasp, we find solace here,
Against the darkness, its light does fight,
Life-giver, banishing our deepest fear.
Guiding us through the blackest of nights.
But beware, for this force holds a perilous might,
A master of destruction, a beast untamed,
Too close, it devours, consuming with might.
The flames roared wild, leaving charred remains.
Yet, in its chaos, beauty does reside,
Like a dragon’s breath, a furnace’s heat,
The dance of the flames, a sight to confide.
It engulfs all it touches, with flames so fleet.
As we breathe in the heat, our voices choke,
yet in its warmth, tales are told, and traditions we share.
We stand in awe, grateful even for the smoke.
Campfire stories are remembered in the flickering glare.
But alas, every fire must meet its end,
As embers fade, a mournful message to send.
A light goes out, a void takes hold,
Leaving behind only ashes, and cold.
Yet, in the darkness, a spark may ignite,
A memory of the fire, it’s a radiant light.
And with each new flame that dances once more,
We find solace, remembering the campfire’s lore.
WoPoLi 
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