The Three Flames Sapphire

Autumn was in its prime

Fruits turned to golden wine

The heath shone purple and the haze so softly rose

And hovered o'er the ground

By magic without sound

Three figures appeared on misty soil to the village close

They appeared as maidens to the ball

At the hour of nightfall

So strange yet beautiful

With a glint of sadness in their eyes

That could not be denied

Yet it added to their charms

As they gladly joined the dance

And they danced

As if their life depended on their pace

Any man was under a charm

And awed by their embrace

But the night had to come to end

With the morning rays

Vanished into the dark

Forever gone and never seen again

As if night engulfed their shapes

And kept them forevermore

Now blue flames glide in the mist

Of the moonlit moor

And enchant any man

As they dance through the endless night of their souls