When darkness falls upon this land
You lit your fires, match in hand
hold next to me a cheerful flame
then you'll understand my name.
In brightest fire my face will change
you'll see that I'm different and strange
It's the past which closes my eyes for light
Red poison made me lose my sight.
Protect the wood is what we do
but our children need protection too
for I was wounded through guardian's fault
and the man who fled for his assault.
If emotions are strong, my face will burn
If emotions are strong, bright red it'll turn
My vision will blur if emotions are strong
It will all hurt, so emotions are wrong.
I've hurt and wounded and caused disaster
but that makes me an advanced spellcaster
Hurt and wound, that's nothing to me!
I'll threaten and kill, and then I'll be free!
(Dit gedicht is een verhaal van mij dat ik aan het schrijven ben)