Five of Fire
A burst of clearing after a long slumber
Five spirits have been resting deep in the tallest mountain
Waiting for their time
The mountain stands tall, deep within the range
Beyond the dense forests of the land
Deep grooves run down its sides where the spirits have forged paths
No trees or bushes grow, for they will not abide them
Nothing may disrupt their path
None of this age have known them
Their slumber has been long
There are whispers, passed down from ages before
Stories whose clarity has been blurred with time
All that remains are the whispers of power
And decimation
Everything cleared in their path
But alas, there comes a great rumble
The spirits awake and burst forth in liquid fire from the top of the mountain
They begin again their fiery path down
Clearing
Decimating
Ridding us of all that has come in excess or hung on in stagnation
Ease awake they do not
Rather, stretching to the sky then racing down
Called forth to their duty once again
