Still Stuck Around That Fire

DANCE WITH US

Such a beautiful cloak!
Woven from threads of
Distant memories and
Ancient tales,
Wrapped close around
Your trembling shoulders
As you watch us dance.
Your stories weather well,
Never shrinking in the rain.
So proud you are!
Spreading them to
Dry in the sun.
Bring them to the fire,
Drop them in the flame.
Dance with us!
The naked, the unashamed,
We too owned cloaks and mail.

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