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.
