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
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…