The dance of the bonfire
Ah the dance around the flames,
Providing warmth and glee,
As we hold out our hands till day,
We drink our mead,
And dance the maypole at day,
We fight for our endless right,
To celebrate the fire festival,
As we dance and win the fight,
Defending our great flame,
The horde tries to stop us now,
But that will be their doom,
We won the battle and the flame is safe,
And we return to our mead,
Now the flame is safe once again,
We dance around it once again.
poem by Nicholas Spandrel
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