Waiting

In the deep,
In searing, jeweled Fires
I lie.

Fingertips of flame entwined in mine.
Smoky tendrils drift in a slow, seductive dance.
Shimmering curtains of air writhe at my presence.

I revel in the Splendor that is Balrog.

- Ariela


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