This place is fire born --
of riven stone and sulfur -
smoke and flying ash.
Xantico’s daughters,
Vulcan's spawn – the Three
Sisters
bide their time alone.
Visitors are few.
Unnoticed, they
bear witness
and will keep secrets.
Only the soft breeze
and solitary footsteps
disturb the quiet.
“Who is this pilgrim?
What quest brings you here today?”
I come seeking peace.
This desert, blessed by
rain from the south, is
transformed.
Once brown, but now green.
This place of beauty
is now dressed in flowers but
just for a few days.
“A place of beauty?
...Ah, yes - we remember you.
You’ve been here before.”
I will be quiet.
I will not disturb your rest.
Your secrets are safe.
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