To The Fire Wind - Starcastle

In the splitting of the sun

Suddenly beckoning these to come

Melting all the senses numb

Sensibilities defiled

Vulcanous creatures delight, burn wild

Tearing at the fire child

Lost in time

Shattering the mirror’s new desighn

Broken colors falling through the line

Scattered faces unto the night

In the impulse of delight

Those remaining will catch the sight

Eager to renew their flight

With the dawning of the child

Vulcanous creatures return, burn wild

Glowing with the Fire Child