cold/fire/thanks - take two (hoping for forgiveness)

galahad and gwydion could do naught but love
and the High Queen of Corona couldn't tell
while the view of the Tor towered above
echoes only a shadow of Avalon's bell

it burns! witchcraft, sorceress
give me reprieve
from the skeletal remains
i see in my dreams

i give thanks for:
heat
song
pillows
poems
numbers
snow
God
bodies
cemeteries
convertibles
nail polish
bare feet
and every single one of you