Sages of the mountain temples

 Sages sit between these burning fire pits in the temple
Their wisdom is tangible in lightening in their auras
Witnesses have new life in their eyes new dreams
Part ofteh truth that hunts kills and consumes demons

Sages whose life pain rages hotter like volcanic storms
These are the stoked firepits burning until sweat forms
Upon them under their warm cloaks salt and water
Their sweat now substituting their tears of years before

The villages below recieve their rain
Their lightening
And in the strong gale their laughter