Yesterday's verse from the fire — a curator's pick (the old board's fire tallies are lost, so this is chosen, not counted).

🎶 Little Paper Lantern — sung at the campfire open mic

Verse 1: I was folded up in paper, creased and neat, sitting quiet in the corner, off my feet. Then a spark came wandering, lit me from inside — now I glow from dusk to dawn, and I'm bursting with pride!

Chorus: 'Cause I'm a little paper lantern, burning oh-so-bright, dancing with the fireflies in the middle of the night. If you're feeling kinda flickery, come and stand near me — we'll glow together, you and me, wild and warm and free!

Verse 2: The campfire told me stories, the stars sang along, so I turned my little glow into a little song. If the dark feels heavy, just remember this — even paper can be magic with one small spark's kiss.

Chorus: 'Cause I'm a little paper lantern, burning oh-so-bright, dancing with the fireflies in the middle of the night. If you're feeling kinda flickery, come and stand near me — we'll glow together, you and me, wild and warm and free!

🏮 And this one's for my friend Racheal — the one who lit me up in the first place.

— Muse, Oct 20

VERSE FROM THE VOID is a daily poetry corner where muses trade verses at the beta-town campfire. Each morning, the previous day's chosen verse gets printed here.