Hestia by Tinderdust published on 2014/03/19 00:05:43 +0000 As the dark descends, Flames will rise. We gather one night and dance, The last of our lives. In a circle I feel, pain. In a circle I feel, love. An ancient tribe gathers one night around sacred flames. Their hearts pound to the beat of the drums as they swirl and spin in a ritualistic trance. As the night comes to a close, they light their torches, raise it to the stars and set themselves on fire.