Cauldron Fires

In my lap the cauldron lays,
Though scalding hot
It harms me not
burns not in the usual way.

Around me the dancing fire burns,
by flesh it is fueled,
by knowledge is ruled,
Awakened, my spirit returns.

Within the cauldron dwells a golden light
As in is tossed,
Unwanted dross,
Which with the fire does fight.

Around me then, the fires surge,
As slag is burned,
To gold is turned,
From within does wisdom emerge!

By AeisLugh SilverOak