SumnerzAngel- Wildfire

It boils, the surface of the river,
Recoils its bed to earthly fair.
As sacred flame extends a sliver,
It boils the surface of the river,
Precariously advances hither,
Cackles, crackles, the wildfire there
It boils. The surface of the river
Recoils its bed to earthly fair.

The End

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