Flambeau There are two red chambers & you are on the other side only ashes. The vines along the wall tell all, but what remains? Old habits return nightlife wanes & ordained to find the source we scan the sky for her war-torch. Children of the Dead, House of Napoleon, cobra & carnelian where do the dawns draw out? Far off & legendary may the voices recall their lives the brides remain lost to hide for there is no age here just these walls of ivy with single trumpets of blood. next