Fire Enchanter

A Story by H.C.Harewood

In a world long ago
In the clearing of trees
Was a little old cottage
As cute as you please

And inside the cottage
If you came there at night
You could look through the windows
For the man dressed in white

He had long black locks
And eyes like a flame
You must cover your ears
Lest he speak your name

He sits in his chair
And sings a sad spell
About the woman of the forest
That he once knew so well

Thistle he calls her
Thistle it's me
Dance in the flames darling
Please let me see

And in this log fire
Yes you're seeing right
The small figure of a woman
Dancing alit

She spins and she twirls
A skirt made of sparks
Sways her hips as she dips
As the night grows dark

He reaches to hold her
She ignites at his touch
Screaming she crumples
Into embers and such

He sits back and sighs
The fire burns still
He will call her again
He can call her at will

But each time he calls
It ends the same way
He calls her to death
To pain and decay

For the fires he's stoking
Is more then wood and coal
If you look at the ashes
You'll see the heart that he stole

Beware the man in white
Wrap tight all your names
Lest he capture your soul
And feed you to flames