[read these words out loud, your voice gives them power]
Piercing through the veil of flame
Feather scorch, then nothing more
No heartache starting at the door
Lost to patterns on the floor
I heard the faded lion roar
I saw the wind blaze through
I gazed at the blight
And I saw you
Just you
Ah Faded, lacquered milieu
Last butterfly of fall
Stone under the sand
White Egret stand tall
Watching waiting for the fall