Deeper into the valley
by Lisande

They come to me, these mages,
who think they alone
wield the power of cold Ossyrie.
They think to storm my sacred flame
with only the hint of the icy shard still
new in their hearts.
Perhaps they believe the
heat easily abated,
the feathers easily quenched,
the passion easily stilled.

Let them try.
They will learn.
I shall never stop burning.