PollyMorf

--- Fanning the Flames --- In times gone by, in days long past, Rhymes would fly, both thick and fast. As age slows life, as fervor fails, The page is rife, with verse-less tales. The forum falls, the world's reset, A quorum calls, it ends not yet. From ash we rise, from embers soar, A flash surprise, the hope for more. The Wotch inspires, this group persists, We watch the fires, as our flame exists.