Filk for a solstice night

Fading light, dark of night,
Ashen embers from the fight.
Warm hands on them, don’t walk away,
Embers hide sparks we’ll need come day.
Pause now and take a deep breath,
Blow coals, see how they glow red.

(To the tune of Silent Night.)

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