Inflame the Chariot

Inflame the chariot,

Prep the noble steeds,

On we go at dawn,

To end at evening’s death.

Over twilight’s trumpets

Blaring pink on blue-

Go on

Go on

The blazing

Go on

Go on

The burning

Lead on

The one who turns the sky

And on

The scorching flame

We take this torch

Ablazing

To seek the western sky

A ride to westward’s end.

A destiny unearned.

So round and round we go

Letting loose

-The reins-

Of this chariot of gold

But we are not

A Helios,

We run this race

Like Phaeton

Leaving all our

Trails of Glory

Scorched within the Earth…