A detail full of Devils sat
Around the midnight plot
In hope that inspiration would
Provide a clue to what is what
The detachment somehow dutiful
Carried remnants of their flag
Rescued from once better days
Out of that fickle bag
Each one proclaimed a right of way
To reignite and fan the flames
Allied beside the fireside
A pandemonium of games
But no matter how they spelt the spell
Magic mottos came and went
For each kept back ingredients
Where snap encounters circumvent
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