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.