Firebrothers

In the valley, where the moons and lovers play
Lived two children who were born on Saturday
One was dark, one was fair
Fathered by the dog, mothered by the pig

Stranger children you have never seen
Brothers of the forest and the sea
One was land, one was air
And they kept the fires burning

In a golden vessel and a silver vase
Kept them burning in a strange enchanted place
Kept them burning to the sky
For they knew someday, the sun will die