Phangorn

Pale stillness, darkened remains, The dead ashes of former days. Once, the flames rose high, As the dusk drew ever nigh, A bright song in another night, A fiery beacon of warmth and light.Perhaps singing, perhaps dancing, A celebration, a festival. Perhaps a time for quiet reading, Or a gathering ‘round the fire hole, With a few friends, perhaps bringing A meal to share with those they know.But now the fire is quiet and still. The ashes all that will Remain of what was here before. Burnt wood, nothing more. Yet everything we still retain Because here the memories remain.Memories of a former day, Campfire songs and comradery Memories that d...