A Fire Ritual

Things have been disposed.

The cauldron shows its pitch black insides.
The candles await to burn.

Draw the triangle and arise the purifying smudge.
The smell of burning incenses collapsing our nostrils.
One by one, the candles are lit, and one by one, the flames conjoin in one.

But there is still a dark void to be filled with the Unnamed Element.
Rise the voices!
Invoke the Brightest of Lights.
And so the voices rise and chant, shine and drown in darkness to flourish again.
Renewed and brilliant.

For a moment, glimpse its Spirit.
Let the flames feed your hunger for an instant.
Let them calm your extenuating thirst.

Cremate the useless and sublimate our essence.
One by one, the candles are put out.
The Cauldron still filled with the remaining flames, its image will last in our left hands and our warm foreheads.