Firesoul

Firelight flickering on the walls of the cave

Shapes and figures dancing fast they flutter and they wave

Someone pull up the shades, the sun is rising soon

We have hours to go yet before the dying of our tune

Yes, fan the flames, they must last us well past noon

Wild grows the dance and song, sparks flying through the air

Into the past our minds are thrown back down that ancient stair

Who knows the time of day, we're all alone in here

We blend together in the heat, this rhythmic flowing sphere

Yes, fan the flames, they must spread us everywhere

Only sound and movement, beyond the pale of fear