Fire Brothers

In the valley where the moons and lovers play live two 
children who were born on Saturday.

One was dark, one was fair, followed by the hawk, mothered 
by the mare.
Stranger children you will never see, brothers of the 
forest and the sea,
One was land, one was air, and they kept the fires burning 
there.
In a golden vessel and silver vase, kept them burning in 
the strange enchanted
place,
Kept them burning to the sky, for they knew someday the sun
 would die