They called him Head-of-Black-Fire.
When he spoke truth, when he sang,
his cheeks glowed, his eyes burned.
Head-of-Black-Fire drew down visions
as a fire draws in air, set them ablaze.
All who listened felt a hot wind.
The fire of his name was black
for the blackness of his hair
and for the shadows that followed his light,
dancing at its edges, embracing it,
the darkness that loves light.

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