Twisting turning the fire blazing,
The cold nights air blows softly,
Those gathered near laugh quietly as friends.
The fire dies the night grows late,
Goodbyes are said.
Now only one left to watch flames die,
The flickering lights of the day now done.
As last light fades and coals put out,
The lonely one draws a sigh and drifts to sleep,
To greet tomorrow new.