The solemn knight that came that day,
was kind and good in every way.
His horse was strong, his heart was brave,
yet he would pay, yet he would pay.
...
As The Fire Dances
As the fire dances
And the flames sing
My eyes, widen
They are drawn
to the beauty
of the violent, red, flower
The creature of light
Wraps and writhes
In the clutches, of, no mortal man
Fast the flames
Slow the scene
The beauty, of death, alive
The stars above
Insignificant
Only the taming, of the beast
Matters here
Matters now
Matters, to me
The inky blackness of the night
Is scorched
For evermore.