The settlers huddle near the fire
Comforted by its warmth
Entranced by its light

How it illuminates their small world
How beautifully it reflects upon their faces

Yet the ones that shine the brightest
Stand closest to the fire
Blinded by it’s light
Singed by its flickering embers

The nomads stay at the edges
Peering into the unknown
Their pupils expanded
Their breath chilly and full

Among them are the silent heroes
Who venture into that dark forest