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We of U'reil
Finest gold made of white hot flame
The Fyre the We of U'reil can tameĀ
The warmth of the flickering god
Is in our in Hands to mold
Still you see our Flaming hair and think us odd
Our pale skin under the moonlit night
And over Our Fyres light in darkest night
Of Us you hear lyric and song
How We burn the land to Ash
Of the Rivers of Our Flames
The majesty of Our Glow
We, TheĀ Ones of the Fyre
The Wisps of Whispers
The Spark of the Pyre
We, The People of U'reil.
poem
by
Peter Vector
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