Feed the Fire
These darkened woods do not keep thrones,
The dead cannot bend knees.
So feed the fire, warm your bones,
Let sparks fly past the trees.
Page 101, of “Merry Meet and Merry Part”
© Aimee Wood 2025
These darkened woods do not keep thrones,
The dead cannot bend knees.
So feed the fire, warm your bones,
Let sparks fly past the trees.
Page 101, of “Merry Meet and Merry Part”
© Aimee Wood 2025