Set the Night Singing #2.7
Updated: Oct 14
Darkness cannot hold the hill
that prismic light, in boldness, takes.
Blind night cannot suppress the joy,
the twilight's dancing hearth fire wakes.
He lifts his flagon to night's deep.
He speaks his stories – red sparks fly!
Stars wheel about his golden head
as hours of sand-spun joy glide by.
A castled king – come dawn he roars.
In one fell flash, the dark is done.
An everlasting cheer he strikes –
and merry fire dances on.