Rise and Fall
As they growl,
The winds begin to blow
The flames whip round,
They stand, as it were
With a proud glow,
And triumphant howl,
Their sounds are drowned,
The smoke begins to stir
And make the air smell fowl,
With a whip and crack
They all fall back
To rise again no more.
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