By burning flame 

The tales you tell

The recollections 

Ebb and swell

The incantations

Conjurings

Of bygone days 

On silver wings

A tiny fragment 

Fading fast

Revealed to us

So it will last

If one of us 

Should hold the spark

Long may it burn

Into the dark

Bestow to us

Embellished lore

From near forgotten 

Days of yore

So we may grasp

Your yarn ablaze

And keep it from

The blurry haze

For fables are

Such fickle things 

As uncaged birds 

With oiled wings

When one is caught

We hold it fast

Our looking glass

Into the past

We modify 

What was before

And tell the tale 

To many more

Who add their own

Creative spin

Till veil of truth

Is worn quite thin

Yet underneath

This gilded glaze

Still lies the truth

Within the maze

And even in 

The glowing gold

Rest pieces of

The days of old

So know that with 

Each tale you give

Your piece of time

May ever live