Sacrament Of Cinders
Lo! In the West
Embers Burning
Bright Orange Echoes of Fires Churning
Red Smooth Ribbons Lick
The Blue to Purple
As The Welkin unhooks
Old dusk from her Scruples
Wonders Glorious Glowing Ember
As you burn
Char the heavens with the last of your light
And though the winds may make hast to offer fight
Let nothing sway the Scorching
Of the final Kisses of Morning
And my the Glazed ceiling that once was Bright
Burn to make the blackened Coal of Night
Let the coarse explosions of tinder popping
Send the sparks to meet their places Flying
Beautiful…..
The walls of this Cathedral
Painted in Soot
And now where the intense hot Fire was burning
Sits a White Orb of Ash softly casting
Gentle heat from an Inferno long gone in its Blasting
And slowly growing Colder with every moment passing
Sit and enjoy this moment
Before the Sparks caught in the Hangings
Ignite the flames of further Wakings
For soon the Glowing of Embers will come Growing….