The Spawning

Dancing
Whirling
In the fire
I am the ember
Who does not tire
Across the cabin
Roof
Beds
My spark
Is contagious
Mine to spread

The prance
Continues
Into night
From afar
They join me
Muses of light
Radiant
Spinning
Wicked
Brash
The guests falter
Then turn to ash

And from dust
A crystal
Rises in wake
Mine to slumber
Yours to take