Blacktail Deer Plateau Choosing death in order to live

She loved the image they were painting of the seasons like a dance of changing partners.  Lady Summer was the first partner, not autumn, and had the power to dismiss winter with a kiss.  It was the perfect rivalry turned love story except for the fact that the cycle would always continue.  Unless?

As the flowers bloom and sun warms the breeze,
the lady dances alone, with only the swaying trees,
As she begins to tire and needs to rest,
A laugh comes forth from another chest

The Wintersmith approaches with a fresh twinkling eye,
and moves in to join her, side by side,
Together they spin as Lady Summer's steps slow,
the leaves around them deepening with reds and gold.

Some of them weren't strictly rhymes, but she liked the way the cadence flowed, and she thought that this story was turning out to be quite beautiful.  She passed it on now eagerly, wondering if Wraen would tie the story off or continue it.  There was only so long one could go with a poem like this unless you turned it into a tale.

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