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The fire in a valley of black
In a softly lit bar room, a waiter lights up
a candle to fend off the gloom.
Provocative fire so bright and inviting
to shadows that soon fill the room.
Skilled in his art, a bully enters
and chooses his prey while he stalks.
The candle bears witness as the waiter won't budge.
The atmosphere swells with the talk.
With each show of teeth the waiter just smiled
and glanced away tongue’s every blow.
But after a shock of knuckle on bone,
the candle light started to glow.
The room grew crowded of noise and light,
as the fire built throe by throe.
The peaceful eyed waiter, one whisper explained,
is terrified though he won't show.
Another says no, this man feels no fear,
just watch as he smiles to the pain.
There's fire in his eyes as his laugh moves through blood,
I tell you this boy is insane.
The candles erupt, shocked and inspired,
when a glint appears in his eyes.
The game of the waiter has come to a turn.
Ferocity ignites surprise.
With practiced skill and terrible fury,
the waiter bites into the fawn.
His hands full of fur, some man gets the door,
and a body is thrown to the lawn.
The waiter who smiles turns back to the room,
molten gold showers of flame.
For the first time that night,
the smile leaves his face,
he walks with his heart filled with shame.
Even his boss is warmed by the flame.
He's safe in the heart of his fire.
He sits by the wall to reflect on the way
a candle lights funeral pyre.
What was dark is now bright, as a cowardly brother
watches them walk down the street.
The bully goes off to his den with the sister,
faithfully there by his feet.
In the darkness outside the wolf bites a sister
and a brother calls out in the night.
The bar conflagration rises to its feet,
and charges the door to the fight.
The smiling boy sits, once more in the darkness,
while the streets erupt like a fringe.
The sister cries out as she watches her wolf
burn from her brothers revenge.
The crowd was all smiles as they went to their homes
and spoke of the things they had seen.
A boy sat alone in the dark and the silence,
a tear where a smile once had been.
A week later they found him asleep in his bed,
with a knife in the small of his back.
He laughed when he saw her, her blonde hair draped over
a fire in a valley of black.
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