The fire jumped to life. From a spark, to a sharp breath, to a roaring inferno it rose. Hard dancing sanguine light leapt to and fro. Under lit trees threw their shadows skywards.
The great pyre burned. Old resinous wood cast unthinkably bright light as a pillar of thick black smoke cut through the starry sky.
The warning pyre burned.
Young men rattled their spears and bounced on their heels. The youths nearly shook with tense-sprung energy. Barely more than boys they slapped each other’s backs and grinned fiercely.
Old men looked grimly into the darkness. Scars and bones ached in the cold night air.
The war pyre burned.