Fire at Night
In the depths of the red fires
where Melisandre fears night,
I think about the dancing tongues,
those flames that colored her old cheeks.
When I look close I cannot see
the hand that bears the burning sword;
all I see is warmth in winter
brought to the frost on your cold cheeks.
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