They Run 'Em Nights Burning Flames

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.