Blacken the Charcoal

Draw the embers into the wood Stroke it like it's a three-legged stool Blacken the charcoal of a dying fire Fasten it to a sun swelling brighter The object is to lick the smoking flame Soberly thoughtful to call out His name Should a flash shine brilliantly With a radiant outburst of joy hotly All about warming the frigid darkness The ocean in which stars are as jellyfish Will appear to the seers as Lumiere Clearly my dear it's an Austral Hell Toss another log into the house of Hades Balance it on your heaven party gate Strum the drum to conjure up the worship The song that worms the hawthorn brush Into its strip tease yank along Moon moss to heavy metal music loudly Pound the ditty along to His shouting The anthem of a wench's wrenching The diddly of concerted celestial voicings Heard charring with a fire from within The product of an incandescent spell See that which is bright always rises twice Conditions darken before they go black Then Hell behaves with new eyes And the story is told in pantomime About a joy and how it lingered a lifetime