Her star burned down my flower.

In the ashes, stood a ghost.
Its words were song, its blood was fire,
and from them rose a host.
The host was fierce, and fury-full,
its champions were grand.

From out their ranks, a child emerged
his eyes like stars and sand.
His visions flowed like wisdom’s kiss,
his crucible was night.
He brought the haughty down from high,
and gave them fevers bright.

His hand was made of moonlight,
his foot was water’s mind.
And now we change each other,
in dreams and life’s design.

And now we change and dance once more,
in dreams and life’s design.