at once, a spark appears then crack and light, the dark adheres flickering glow, they dance and cheer 'til gust flows through, trailed by fear beyond their distant, spectral gaze beneath the trees and thicket maze a beast stirs, brief blaze a call “come now, come one, come all!” a frantic hand clasps fallen limb while cold, brisk air stings palm, grim another flurry, this one more foul out there, somewhere, a piercing howl the grey expanse, absent light save them, bright flame might a hopeful, pleasing thought shared true yet first there’s solemn task to do storm-battered, silent, stiff, and tall a tree perched, beset by squall hand’s eyes peer up and spy its wood dense oak, but in it, shelter stood alone they build, a wall most high kindling coals, for spark too shy the wind again, its cold assault the shelter proud, the storm was halt the beast steps up as short flames rise their faces bright, he realized the shelter blocked both storm and beast no more they fear, no more he’ll feast but as they cheer once more with glee a pair of hands point up in plea a corner beam, now rubbed bare but not a single one did care the beast turned with crooked smile accepting this brief exile but entranced by light, they would ignore and one day, soon, a crash, darkness, then dance no more.
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