They run 'em nights burning frames

How wonderful it feels when remembering our ancestors telling tales around the evening fire. Crazy, my memory remember nothing but fire chasing the darkness.

They run 'em nights burning flames

Around the evening fire that long owned fame

With the trepidation of light escaping shadows

Shooting sparks the horizon adores

Wood bundles riding onto heads of maids

To light the flame that vacuum the thoughts for beds

With the twilight that doth with them come

They run 'em nights burning flames

A ring of skins make the light waves out phase

With the jealousy winds that whine to stop the blaze

Like a pilot flames run 'em nights

A small version of what daily brights

Tales diffuse through the smoke that gossip

High knees, mouths welcoming a jar that settles on the bottom lip

For with the glow, darkness fulfils none of its aims

As they run 'em nights burning flames.