The Ordeal

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The Ordeal

O Crimson salamander,

Because of love’s whim

sacred!

Swim

the winding flame

Predestined to disman him

And bring our fellow home to us again.

Swim in with watery fang,

Gnaw out and drown

The fire roots that circle him

Until the Hell-flower dies down

And he comes home again.

Aye, bring him home,

O crimson salamander,

That I may see he is unchanged with burning⁠—

Then have your will with him,

O crimson salamander.