Begin,
to walk the path,
of all that trace before,
motivated liberated,
alone.
The air,
heaven and hell,
between the fire sky,
and every name for this world,
the storm.
Dark light,
to scream collapse,
and bring the water down,
equally to feed the willow,
weeping.
The wrath,
from town to crown,
to war with shadows dark,
hiding in the dawning dusk,
sullen.
Haunted,
before winter,
to tame the burning realm,
in every wicked wisdom,
kingdom.