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…