They paint reindeer and mammoth
on walls in the flickering, flaring light of oily wicks.

Evoking a feeling (thereby manifesting a will)
is akin to forming a shape: at the count down to evolution
the crimson walls of the arena faded to dark pigeon blood space
around A. Prometheus, the tamer of fire.

The Champion stumbled: Ho! Master Peter, pour
another drink!