Hearthscone

When there's fire in the metal belly
Blow, bellows, and bring low the 
Jelly donation: to tithe and writhe
Is a blithe method for living and trying

Don't fail to file, it's the seasonal referent
Grave stoned faces wrest the tones from
The wind to make a so-called natural
Music sing to each fickle flame flight

On wings, the article hastens to add
Sum, come, go, easier said that fun
And that's nothing to optimize for
Unless you enjoy a cold wet day

More than a glow
And a warm wrapped up night