The Flaming Wolves And The Queen of Diamonds
Grant Hope #224
There once was a young queen lost in the dark wood
wandering without aim
her sense of direction and the lay of her land had not yet been instilled by her royal ilk
she knew not where she was or if she may even be in foreign land
The dark wood earned its name from the thick brush and foliage that allowed the spirit of the night to reside there as its permanent home
It would always rest there so that it could battle the light in hopes of gaining a permanent place in the celestial heights of the firmament
Even where the night made its abode
dense woods do get dry
allowing wild creatures who thrive on kindling to drive the night away when necessary
These are the flaming wolves
when cooled down they are nearly impossible to see or hear in the dark
their nature changes when they decide to fight
calling on the whistling whirlwind to gather bark and light their fur with bombastic sparks
They raised the queen as one of their own
her red diamonds matched the color of their eyes
but her blue irises gave them assurance and calm
Now with a lucky card and a pack of wild hearts tamed by one that is cool
it is said the queen calls upon the whistling whirlwind to ignite her foster family
looking for her own while lighting up the night
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