Where Embers Glow, Fire Will Grow
G. Yeatman
Two villages firmly entrenched within a wood.
From an old fire between them glowing embers crackle and spark.
At night in a cloak of cowardice, someone sneaks to bellow and blow.
Alas, in hopes to inflame the fire to once again grow.
Another from across the divide.
puffs and blows and then will hide.
No honor is gained, nor progress made.
But both will burn with anger and hate.
And someday seal a horrid fate.
