Firelight

Above the Furness, with oak held tight beneath
There is the golden highway, flighty nectar racing on,
Returning to the gods, the stolen sentinels rise
There's the crackle of a brief kiss, a hiss of satisfaction
Watching on as the flickering dancers prance before our merried eyes
Enjoying the sensation as heat and warmth engulf us
As we play against the deities
Firelight,