Love is a burning thing. And it makes a fiery ring. Bound by wild desire I fell into a ring of fire.
I fell into a burning ring of fire. I went down, down, down and the flames went higher. And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire. The ring of fire.
The taste of love is sweet When hearts like ours meet. I fell for you like a child. Oh, but the fire went wild.
I fell into a burning ring of fire. I went down, down, down and the flames went higher. And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire. The ring of fire.
seismic-2 Premium Member over 3 years ago
Ooh, a map of (part of) Tackleford! Where is downtown in relation to Keane End?
imagenesis over 3 years ago
I agree little Claire, love “ithn’t eathy!” Also, love her back pack… very cool!
Aladar30 Premium Member over 3 years ago
Colm want to end this story of fires. But that poor troll looks so scared… Claire, on the other hand, is really adorable.
Brian Perler Premium Member over 3 years ago
Of course, Colm has gone and marked two separate fires as “#4” on his map…
Michael G. over 3 years ago
The flame of love is not easily extinguished, lass.
scyphi26 over 3 years ago
I like how the “direction of escape” also happens to be in the same direction as a place called “Coward Cross.”
RonnieAThompson Premium Member over 3 years ago
Love is a burning thing. And it makes a fiery ring. Bound by wild desire I fell into a ring of fire.
I fell into a burning ring of fire. I went down, down, down and the flames went higher. And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire. The ring of fire.
The taste of love is sweet When hearts like ours meet. I fell for you like a child. Oh, but the fire went wild.
I fell into a burning ring of fire. I went down, down, down and the flames went higher. And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire. The ring of fire.