Playing with candles

Feeling a bit  . . .

   When thou from hence away art past
   To Whinny-muir thou com'st at last

   If ever thou gavest hosen and shoon,
   Sit thee down and put them on;

   If hosen and shoon thou ne'er gav'st nane
   The whinnes sall prick thee to the bare bane.

   From Whinny-muir when thou may'st pass,
   To Brig o' Dread thou com'st at last;

   From Brig o' Dread when thou may'st pass,
   To Purgatory fire thou com'st at last;

   If ever thou gavest meat or drink,
   The fire sall never make thee shrink;

   If meat or drink thou ne'er gav'st nane,
   The fire will burn thee to the bare bane;

   This ae nighte, this ae nighte,
   -Every nighte and alle,
   Fire and sfleet and candle-lighte,
   -And Christe receive thy saule.

. . . it was the candelight reminded me of  The Lyke-Wake Dirge

I awoke and got up at 04:00hrs (GMT -7) this morning.See more pics here