My eyes sweep across the darkness.
The burning stars float and dance.
Light breaks into my vision like fire.
I look from left to right; black sky
Grazing over my head, denies me sleep.
I watch as wilderness begins to grow.
 
I tell you now, here, not only trees grow.
My mind becomes sure of what lives in darkness.
As I shiver in my blankets meant only for sleep,
Alone I know the wind and forest as they dance
To a wild tune that travels up to meet the sky
In an ancient rhythm created by the gods of fire.
 
Closer and closer to the ashes of my fire,
Faster and faster, the sounds will only grow.
I came here alone to find my private sky.
I knew of beasts but did not trust in darkness.
I thought without fear I could laugh and dance.
Now desperately I fear my eternal sleep.
 
I cry out as teardrops mark my lack of sleep.
They told me how its claws shred hope like fire.
Before I left I thought I could evade the dance
Of fear. Never knowing how I should grow,
I felt nothing awful and had no knowledge of darkness.
Yelling and screaming, now I reach to the sky.
 
No stars give me comfort, no life in the sky,
And no one to touch me in my sleep.
Blanketed coldly by the darkness,
Below me I can almost feel the sweet fire,
And images of places I never dreamed of grow.
There sinners and fallen angels wickedly dance,
 
And among the sinners I must find my place to dance,
Where I fall from the light, where I fall from the sky.
The beast touches me. I feel wickedness grow.
Warmth comforts me. I am myself in sleep.
Slowly I lie back in the dead particles of my fire
And alone I sigh, curling up with my darkness.
 
Sweet sleep carries me through flames of fire.
The sky drips red and the flaming stars grow.
I throw back my head and dance in the darkness.