A little poem I wrote in January, while preparing for the Core Team interviews; the time seems apt to release it.
The legend exists since the times of yore:
In the uncharted territories of Cawnpore,
Was a mythical flame powerful and old,
With a destiny the fates had already foretold,
Every year in the grand carnival of fall,
where victors and vanquished, both stood tall,
The flame would unleash, it would consume all,
And transcend their spirits to the immortal Gods.