Parallel spheres

There is a gale

There are fables

Being told by the most glaring nights

Furious breezes

Blazing winters

Blowing us to the fire of ice

Quench thy thirst

Upon this steed

Thro’ this maze

Leave a trail of mead

Slumber awake

As you fade

In the deepness of this shallow, alight lake

Dancing away

On the sandless dunes

Thou wilt pray

Till the stars meet the day