And that’s how stone and fire goes.
Flame can’t be frozen, it doesn’t doze.
Even a mountain slowly grows.
They’re both at peace until opposed,
Then bronze smoke keeps all enclosed
As each meets their chosen blows.
Stone Rat watched with silver eyes,
“One day, you know, you must try to rise
Above battle, or, no surprise,
War, more war, is your demise.
You’ve been good. You must be wise.”
Koral’s first wisdom done was dull.
She listened to what Stone Rat told –
Made an iron lion’s words a goal –
She’d keep her faith against the pull
Of the fire burning in the hole.
She’d hold her faith in her golden soul.